I was making some chili. Had it in the microwave, had the Black Pepperjack doritos all ready.. It was going well.
The microwave signaled that the timer had run out, so I proceeded to tend to my 68 cent meal sitting steaming and warm in it's pyrex bowl.
I set the bowl on the tray next to my doritos, and went for the fridge. Goal? Cheese.
As I opened the refrigerator door, it struck me. I had forgotten to buy cheese the last time I went shopping, and was out.
Momentary panic. Chili with no cheese? NOES!
In the rear of the fridge, I spied a package of cream cheese. Could it work? Any cheese would be better than no cheese, right?
As I opened the tub of cream cheese, more panic. My cream cheese had grown a thick layer of greyish fuzz. Guess that had been in there longer than I thought.
After throwing that away, I went back to my quest for cheese. I spied some pre-sliced Colby-Jack, but it was my brother's and there were only 2 slices left. What if he planned on having a nice thick grilled cheese sandwitch when he got home? Couldn't do that.
Abandoning the fridge, I moved to the cupboards. That's when I saw it. Kraft Shells & Cheese. It was like bright yellow beacon amongst the dull cans and jars.
I grabbed the box and ripped it open, not even considering the fate of the shells.
They now rest in a ziploc bag in my cupboard, cheeseless. Most likely to never be used, thrown away in a year or two when they're beyond stale.
Having cheese at last, I sat down and enjoyed my meal while listening to the album Character by Dark Tranquillity.
It was good. That is all.
The microwave signaled that the timer had run out, so I proceeded to tend to my 68 cent meal sitting steaming and warm in it's pyrex bowl.
I set the bowl on the tray next to my doritos, and went for the fridge. Goal? Cheese.
As I opened the refrigerator door, it struck me. I had forgotten to buy cheese the last time I went shopping, and was out.
Momentary panic. Chili with no cheese? NOES!
In the rear of the fridge, I spied a package of cream cheese. Could it work? Any cheese would be better than no cheese, right?
As I opened the tub of cream cheese, more panic. My cream cheese had grown a thick layer of greyish fuzz. Guess that had been in there longer than I thought.
After throwing that away, I went back to my quest for cheese. I spied some pre-sliced Colby-Jack, but it was my brother's and there were only 2 slices left. What if he planned on having a nice thick grilled cheese sandwitch when he got home? Couldn't do that.
Abandoning the fridge, I moved to the cupboards. That's when I saw it. Kraft Shells & Cheese. It was like bright yellow beacon amongst the dull cans and jars.
I grabbed the box and ripped it open, not even considering the fate of the shells.
They now rest in a ziploc bag in my cupboard, cheeseless. Most likely to never be used, thrown away in a year or two when they're beyond stale.
Having cheese at last, I sat down and enjoyed my meal while listening to the album Character by Dark Tranquillity.
It was good. That is all.
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