Classic pigs in a comforter.
I’m not a big fan of turkey and mashed potatoes. Mostly because it’s really just not fattening enough. So a few years ago I just started cooking things I like to eat – pigs in a blanket, mac and cheese – and bringing them to Thanksgiving for myself. Predictably, because I’m such a gourmet (pronounced GORE-MET), everything was a hit. These plates, as well as my chocolate chip-less chocolate chip cookies, are now reoccurring fixtures at family functions.
While there was a period of time in college where all I ate was Easy Mac, those days are gladly behind me, and my mac and cheese is actually made from (semi) scratch! But I’m not a great cook, so the process was a little touch-and-go. This was an actual quote from my mom tonight: “You need to use a whisk. You do know what a whisk is, right?” Yes, mom. I have my master’s degree and have lived on my own for about 8 years now. I know what a whisk is. I also know how to separate my whites and colors when doing my wash, but you wouldn’t think it after the week of laundry I’ve been doing at my parents’ house.
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