On Sunday I took the long way to my destination, choosing a winding drive around the lake over a straight shot through heavier traffic. Beside the lake, two older women walked closely together, but quickly put some distance between them as my vehicle came into sight. Driving closer, they switched to single file. I couldn’t give my usual wide girth, moving entirely to the opposite side of the road, as their position was just near the top of a hill I was about to crest and no telling what was coming from the other side. But I gave them all the room I could, and slowed my pace considerably. As I passed we exchanged a wave, one of the women decked in comfortable L.L.Bean-type attire, earthy heathered colors, properly bundled in layers for the brisk October day. The other, walking closest to oncoming traffic, wore a blaze orange safety vest with yellow reflective stripes. Both women were dressed far more sensibly than me; I didn’t even have socks on, reluctant that I am to give up my sockless feet of summer.
Past them, I glance at their increasingly distant reflection in the rearview mirror. Then, with me safely down the road, the silver haired woman reached for the hand of her partner, and they continued walking, close again, holding hands. With me, safely long gone. My stomach tightened as I thought how painful it must be for two mature, consenting humans to not trust that their love is allowed. How so many feel that way. Do I rage or do I weep? Both. I thought of them for the rest of the day, and still am, four days later.
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I prefer to wrap up tender posts with a silver lining. It's more comfortable for everyone. But sometimes I can't think of a way to do that. So how about some comforting food if I cannot find a comforting sentiment?
I haven’t made this in a couple of years, though I thought of it yesterday as it’s been a traditional Halloween meal for Emily and friends many times. Even though I can't seem to justify a pan of such tasty gluttony for two middle aged empty nesters, you should definitely make it. This recipe is unapologetically filled with dairy and carbohydrates and if we’re being really honest, it is also the gateway to heaven.
Homemade Macaroni & Cheese
Inspired by Tasha Tudor’s Recipe
Serves 4 to 6. Can be doubled to make a large pan.
- 2 cups elbow macaroni
- 5 tbsp butter
- 1/4 cup flour
- 2 cups milk
- salt and pepper
- 1 cup sharp cheddar cheese, grated
- 1 cup Gruyere, grated
- 1/2 cup crumbled buttery crackers, for topping
1. Preheat oven to 350º F and butter a shallow 2 quart baking dish.
2. Cook macaroni in boiling salted water until just tender. Drain and prepare cream sauce (you could also prepare sauce while pasta is cooking).
3. In a large saucepan, melt 4 tbsp of butter, then whisk in the flour and slowly add the milk, keep whisking. Whisk mixture until it thickens, then add the both cheeses and stir it in until it melts. Season well with salt and pepper.
4. Place the drained macaroni in the prepared baking dish, pour the cheese sauce over it, and stir gently to mix. Sprinkle the crumbled buttery crackers over the top, and dot with the remaining butter. Bake in the preheated oven for 20 to 25 minutes, until browned and bubbly.
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See? If you’re not sure how to end on a high note, offer carbs and dairy.