Superbowl Sunday = the New Thanksgiving
If Paula Deen, bless her, can eat a stick of butter a day and still live to talk about it, then I don't see why I can't deep-fry my mac & cheese wrapped with bacon... which is precisely what I did. In fact, it was her idea.
First, some photos.
Monterrey Jack, Cheddar, Parmesan and Gruyere
Pouring milk
a roux of butter and flour
whisking in milk
[missing photo of stirring in grated cheese into roux]
elbow macaroni, super al dente
cheesey roux-y macaroni goodness
in the casserole dish, topped with more grated cheese
baked to crispy perfection
the perfect bite
ummm wrapped in bacon and fried.
I am a little embarrassed about it, but only a little because I know some of you out there are envying me. It's really a miracle, especially after this past weekend, that I still fit into my jeans. Not gonna lie though, I have a bit of a tummy now, but it was totally worth it.
Right before my last bite, I felt my heart stop. I'm now eating celery as a small peace offering to my body.
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