Happiness is Mac and Cheese

So one of the most important things about being an invalid is comfort food. What I have discovered, to my surprise, is that my comfort food is mac and cheese. I discovered this by cracking my pelvis and buying food that was easy to make from a wheelchair. (I always felt bad for people in wheelchairs, but I have to tell you, wheelchairs are awesome.) Those little cups of mac and cheese turned out to be perfect. They come eight to a box and they’re a piece of cake (piece of cheese?) to make. You peel off the cover, take out the foil cheese packet, add water to the fill line in the cup, microwave on high for three minutes and thirty seconds, tear open the packet, dump the cheese in, stir vigorously, and you have a cup of comfort. This is true whether you use Velveeta or Kraft (I go for the classics) but these things are not the same: Choose Velveeta. Its packet is full of thick cheese sauce that smooths out beautifully in hot pasta water. The Kraft? It’s POWDER. I cannot begin to describe how appalled I was. Then I remembered it’s always been powder, even in the big boxes, but I was a child the last time I paid this much attention to instant mac and cheese. Now I am adult. I have Standards. Buy Velveeta.

So how did you make happiness this week?