Macaroni and Cheese

Yesterday I made macaroni and cheese for lunch. Not the radioactive Kraft kind, but the real kind. I got the recipe from America's Test Kitchen, which is one of my favorite shows. They have, consistently, the best recipes around. I have never, never, ever gotten a recipe from them that I don't love.

And this is where I found out that ATK is not perfect.

This recipe sounded great. It had cheese and evaporated milk and little bit of garlic powder (I love garlic). It sounded great. I invested 20 minutes in it, which to me is a lot of valuable time. I insisted that we not have sandwiches for lunch and told the kids about the yummy lunch I was making them.

And it was terrible.

I don't know why; it was just a really bad recipe. Yuck. Bitter macaroni and cheese.

We all took bites of it, and as soon as I tasted how nasty it was, I watched Peter and Eleanor eat it. They ate it and immediately wrinkled their noses. Eleanor wouldn't touch it again. Peter ate it, thought for a minute, then took another bite. Then he said,

"This macaroni is this bit yummy."

(Holds up his hand and approximates a space about a millimeter wide)

"But it's this much yucky."

(This time the space is about 4 inches wide)

Needless to say, we threw the macaroni and cheese in the trash.

Welcome!

The purpose of this blog is to share our lives with all of you. And by you, I mean just a few friends and family that I don't keep up with nearly enough. And by share, I mean show you pictures of us.

I hope this doesn't turn into a self-obsessed blog wherein I only write about my children and our family. I want to do more than navel gazing. We'll see how that turns out.

And now, to completely go against the previous paragraph, here are some pictures of our recent family vacation to D.C.

Theodore had a great time learning how to drive the van.
Natural History Museum.
We saw lots of dinosaur bones. Not enough, according to Peter.
Grandma and Theodore. He was the most content baby as long as he was in the backpack.
Brittany and Peter and Eleanor.
Lucky grandchildren at the zoo.
Happy baby.
Diedra and little cutie.
A rare picture of all three kids together.
Don't tell Peter, but I think Theodore's running for Diedra's Favorite Nephew.
Brittany making my Christmas decorations.
And last, Eleanor's third bathroom break in 5 minutes.

Matt and I took 1,000 (yes, that's correct) pictures on our trip. I think we got carried away with our new camera.