Kraft Dinner

Tonight, M made Kraft Dinner.

I know what you’re thinking. This is news? The girl comes from a low income family, surely she has made plenty of boxes of Kraft Dinner (Macaroni and Cheese for anyone in the USA) in her life time and she must be a seasoned pro. At least, this is what I thought.

I came out of my room to see her measuring out 6 cups of water and putting them into a pot. Naturally, I made fun of her, because who measures the water when they are making KD? She told me that she found a box of KD that she bought when we moved in, and that it had expired (who knew KD expired?) but it was either that or jam for dinner.

Anyway, I went back into my room to grab something and when I came out, she asked if she could use some of my milk. Of course, roomie! So she takes the carton of milk, and pours some into the pot… where the water is… that isn’t even boiling yet. I said, “What, the fuck, are you doing?”
“It makes it creamier! I do it with my Sidekicks all the time.”
“Um, M. Sidekicks REDUCE. You fucking strain Kraft Dinner. That milk will just go down the sink.”
“Oh… so you put the cheese in after you strain the noodles?”
“YES!!!”
“I wasn’t going to do that…”

WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF