Anyone who knows me is aware of my addition to Mac-N-Cheese.
If I go to a fancy restaurant and there’s a version with truffle oil and gruyere? Yes, please. Make that two.
If I’m home and my cupboards are bare? You’ll always find a box of Kraft Mac N’Cheese on hand, even if you have to move spices to find the emergency box.
If I host book club and find myself with odd bricks of left-over cheese? Come back in 24 hours and I’ll have a Pyrex dish with the homemade variety, including chunks of smoked ham in it.
What I’m trying to say is, I’m something of a fan. I wouldn’t say connoisseur, because that implies I’m picky. And really, it’s pretty rare for me to meet mac-n-cheese that doesn’t make my flip my wig.
So it’s a bit painful to write this review of CapMac, because I really wanted to like it. But I didn’t.
Pesto Pasta Salad. Big Whoop.
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