On Monday my day was completely out of sorts..... At work I had unforseen deadlines and had to work an extra hour to finish, I had to pick Divan up from hockey practice which ended 1/2 an hour later than expected. Dylan had to be fetched from the house where he would be house sitting which is right on the other side of where I had to fetch Divan from - in peak hour traffic on Malibongwe drive.
Needless to say, we only arrived home at 18h30. Luckily my wonderful husband had already cooked the macaroni and fried the bacon for the evenings supper of macaroni and cheese. I only had to make the cheese sauce and put everything together. I must be honest and say that I did not have the energy to do anything special, and was about to make a slap dash white sauce when I realised that my men were starving and they deserved nothing less than my best - even if it was only going to be macaroni and cheese.
I melted the butter and added the flour, then the milk bit by bit and whisked up a frenzy to ensure that there were no lumps. Then added the salt and freshly ground black pepper with a dash of paprika and lots and lots of cheese. Waited for it to thicken then added the fried bacon and poured everything over the macaroni. Stirred it together and dished up.
The boys were absolutely famished and started eating straight away. Dylan took his first bite, then another and looked at me: "Mom, this is so good." He pushed up his jersey sleeve and showed me. "Look, I've got goosebumps!!"
That's the best compliment I have EVER had about my food!
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