She Lost her Virginity on the Kitchen Stove
She Lost her Virginity on the Kitchen Stove
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The snow that was supposed to begin at midnight last night began at about 10:30 a.m. today. It's right white out there. In anticipation of being housebound today, this morning I posted a casual inquiry to a food group I participate in. I was curious to know if I was the only person who's never made macaroni and cheese from scratch. The thread lengthened and for all that, it seems there may be one or two others of us mac and cheese virgins.
I decided I should give it a go and today would be a good a day for it. Mind you, this was done only in the spirit of adventure since Rob isn't inclined to eat the stuff. There's a funny story about that. . . .
I looked at some recipes online and as is my wont, used them mostly for ingredients and not so much for measures. I did, however, measure what I did this morning.
She Lost her Virginity on the Kitchen Stove Mac and Cheese Bake
Preheat oven to 400°F., place oven rack in center of oven.
12 ounces large elbow mac (about 3 cups uncooked), boiled until almost tender
6 tablespoons butter
1/3 cup flour
(1/3 cup minced onion)
1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
1/8 teaspoon white pepper
1/8 teaspoon smoked Spanish paprika
dash cayenne
dash nutmeg
some Penzeys Old World seasoning blend
12-ounce can evaporated milk (1-1/2 cups)
1 cup milk
1 cup chicken broth
2 ounces shredded Jarlsberg
2 ounces shredded Cabot bacon cheddar
2.5 ounces shredded havarti
2.5 ounces shredded sharp cheddar
Fresh bread crumbs made from
1 slice oat nut bread
2 hot dog buns
While the water was heating I made the breads into crumbs in the food processor, then shredded the cheeses (with a handheld grater) and arbitrarily decided on about 2 ounces of each type of cheese. I chose the Jarlsberg and havarti because I saw them in a couple of the recipes I looked at; I bought the Cabot bacon-laced cheddar because it sounded interesting, and I had a package of Cub's house brand shredded cheddar taking up space in a fridge drawer.
When the macaroni was tender (I cooked it past "almost tender") I pulled the colander out of the water and set it in the sink to finish draining. I figured a quick rinse would be a good idea and I did and it was.
I stuck a spoon in it and decided it passed muster nicely. I think it's a bit on the bland side and if I ever do it again, I'll probably 86 the havarti and use more cheddar. I thought about embellishing the dish with some bacon or Polish sausage I have on hand and decided against it.
I ate my fair share of it, then called my next door neighbor, Dennis, to inquire what his household's stance on macaroni and cheese is. "We all eat it." Hot diggity dog! I brought it over and Dennis could hardly wait to tie into the crunchy bread crumb topping.
Next time I'll add some minced onion to the roux – I forgot to do that and believe onion will be a nice addition to my dish.
My mom used to make mac and cheese occasionally and I remember not liking it because it was tasteless. This was better by far, but still lacked some oomph. Next time. Probably in another 5 years or more.
Dobrú chut´.
Mission accomplished.
Oh, about that funny story. I did not know how to cook when I married Rob nearly 47 years ago. One of my first meals for a Friday supper was macaroni and cheese and, for a green vegetable, cooked spinach. That was the night I learned he doesn’t eat macaroni and cheese and he doesn’t eat cooked spinach. Whoops! I think I opened a can of Hormel chili that night.