I don’t even know why I’m mad anymore.
Maybe it’s because everybody always blames everything on me.
Right now, I should be calling my husband on the phone but I’m a little ticked off. He left this morning without kissing me, and that is no way to start your day off. A kiss from me could cure world hunger, create world peace. I’m just sayin’.
Anyway it’s probably because I yelled at him. Because he said my daughter could get crabs.
Him: Does Shelbi have on those new jeans we bought this weekend?
Me: Huh. I don’t know. Let me check. (I go check. She does indeed have them on.)
Me: Yeah. They look good.
Him: Did you wash them?
Him: That’s gross. She could catch crabs or something.
Me: *face turns red and explodes. I leave the room. I come back to the room.*
What a horrible thing to say! And it’s not my fault. I just gave them to her and now she’s got them on.
Him: You should have just stuck them straight in the wash, then you wouldn’t have had this problem.
Me: *errant thoughts running through my head. like “Shut Up!” and “Bite Me.” and ummm. “MY PROBLEM??? She’s your daughter too! YOU check for crabs!” and “Shut up”, but instead of saying any of those things, I take the high road.*
Look. It isn’t what you say. It’s how you say it. You could have asked if they had been washed and then delicately mentioned that MAYBE diseases could be acquired from wearing newly bought clothing from the store. Maybe first gently suggesting they might be dirty, or grimy, but not just full out saying the genes are harboring CRABS!!! And then, acting like, ‘oh well . . .if Shelbi has crabs its not my fault. I told you to wash ’em. GOOD FRIGGIN’ LUCK!!!!!’
Me: And another thing. I’m tired of getting blamed for everything around here! For every nice thing you people say to me, you blame me for 1000 more!
No kiss. No good bye. Nothing.
Until he called about two hours ago and I didn’t answer the phone.
Because I couldn’t find the phone he told me I lost.
There he goes blaming everything on me again.
I’m not even sure if I lost it.
Because I can’t remember where I put it.
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Oh now Mr. Woo is being sweet again.
Because he needs to bring something to his job for their Annual Thanksgiving Lunch?
No. Probably not.
He just generally only stays mad at me for 5 minutes. Which is a real bummer when I want to be mad back.
And I do want to be MAD. FURIOUS. But, he’s just too darn cute.
So I’ll make the Honey Glazed Ham for his Thanksgiving Lunch.
And I’ll make the Macaroni and Cheese.
But not that over processed goop he likes to eat with his artificially lemon flavored Kool-Aid. Nope.
I’m making REAL Macaroni and Cheese, with real cheese, real milk, and real butter.
That’ll teach him.
My Favorite Macaroni and Cheese
4 cups macaroni (usually I use elbow, but this time it was an macaroni emergency and I only had penne.)
1 egg, beaten
1/4 cup butter/margarine
1/4 cup flour
2 1/2 cups 2% milk
4 cups of grated mild cheddar cheese, Plus more for topping
1 teaspoon salt, or to taste
2. In a large heavy bottomed pot, melt butter over a medium low heat. Add flour and continuously whisk for about 5 minutes. It should stay white and creamy.
3. Slowly pour the milk into the pot, while continuing to whisk. Cook for five minutes longer or until thick. Reduce heat to low.
4. In a small bowl, beat your egg. Slowly pour in 1/4 of the hot milky sauce into the beaten egg in order to temper it. Whisk the egg constantly while adding the hot milky sauce so the eggs don’t cook.
5. Add the tempered egg mixture into the hot milky sauce already in the heavy bottomed pot. Continue to whisk until smooth. Add cheese and stir until it is melted. Season with 1/2 teaspoon salt. Add more to taste. Remember, you can always add more salt, but never take it out.
6. Add cooked macaroni to the pot and stir to combine. Pour into a buttered baking dish, sprinkle with cheese, and bake at 350 for about 20 minutes or until lightly browned and bubbly.