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Some nights I wonder why I put the energy and effort I do into dinner. The moments when all of us agree, and are actually satisfied with what I cook, are rare. I’m always a happy customer, being the head chef and decision maker on what’s for dinner. My girls, however, are predisposed to being polar opposites. One loves fried chicken, the other recently declared she doesn’t like chicken any more. One would eat pizza every day of the week, the other rolls her eyes come Pizza Friday. And so, dinner becomes a bit of a balancing act. I place the dishes on the table, knowing that someone is not going to be 100% thrilled with it all. To my girls’ credit, they respect my one meal policy, and generally keep their complaints at bay.
Every now and then, I raise my white flag of surrender with the one dish they both agree on, and which is my least favorite—mac n’ cheese. A few of you are probably familiar with the recipe, and may even love it yourselves. Way back the girls used to get their fill once a night when M and I had date night on Thursdays, hence the name of the recipe: date night mac n’ cheese. Even after he passed away, I kept Thursday night for myself. Mommy got much needed alone time, and the girls got their cheesy fix. Since moving upstate, date nights have been non-existent (yes, my sanity is often being held together with a thin thread!). Continue reading »