I decided, what with the fall weather and all, that macaroni and cheese would be just the thing for dinner yesterday. I love macaroni and cheese. It’s one of my all-time favorite comfort foods. I like my macaroni and cheese — baked with just the right amount of butter bread crumbs on top and with a high cheese-to-macaroni ratio.

#1 Son likes macaroni and cheese, too. But not my macaroni and cheese. When faced with a choice of what I like to think of as the good stuff or that stuff that vaguely resembles food product that comes in the blue box, #1 Son will take the blue box every time.

But #1 Son isn’t here. On Sunday he was in Dallas. Far, far away from the evils of my macaroni and cheese — the good stuff.

Now, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes, I’ll admit. But I’m a reasonably intelligent person who can usually be counted on to dress herself, hold down a job, and be a responsible member of society. So, one would think that when going to the store with the express purpose in mind of picking up the ingredients for macaroni and cheese… well, one would expect that I would remember…

macaroni

wouldn’t one? Although, as it turns out, mac and cheese made with a combination of penne, rotini and radiatore is actually pretty darn good, and has the added advantage of not requiring another trip to the store.

Thank goodness I remember the cheese.

To those of you who commented on my spoiled child who needs attention burglar alarm — it’s been installed in this house for 10 years with nary a problem. I guess it’s OK if it gets a little attention once per decade. My alarm, like ET wants to call home. But, unlike ET, it hasn’t much patience when it doesn’t get a response. If the new DSL filter doesn’t do the trick, I am going to ask if we can move that particular ET-call-home test to maybe a little later in the morning. I mean… 5:00 AM? Not my time of day.