Food Memories

One food memory I have is who used to be my siblings and my “special” macaroni. When we were younger, making forts was one of our favorite past times. Anytime we would build one, we would make our “special” macaroni. Being so young, around the age of nine or ten, I had no idea how to work a stove, much less cook up a box of Kraft macaroni the correct way. With that in mind, we were still determined to eat the uncooked noodles. My sister and I, who was the same age as me, set out to find a solution. We found a cake pan and poured all the noodles in it. Then, when searching through the fridge, we found some “I can’t believe it’s not Butter” spray, and drenched the uncooked noodles with it. Once they were all buttered up, we would add the packet of “cheese dust” as we called it, to the already mess. After spending a couple minutes mixing around our new invention with forks, we decided it was done so we took it back to our brother and sister in the fort. We each took a fork, and dug in. At the time, it was the best thing food related any of us had ever created. My sister and I were beaming with excitement and pride that we created a hit. It became a tradition for us to make our special recipe anytime we were building a fort. Looking back, I don’t think it actually tasted good at all, I think we just thought we seemed cool being able to “cook” at such a young age. The noodles were still just as hard and crunchy as they were when we bought them, so it would take a while to chew a spoonful of the not so tasty treat. When it comes to the “special” macaroni and cheese, it was definitely more the thought of it than the actual taste that was so appealing.