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France has got nothing on China...In France...
France has got nothing on China...In France...
Cold right outta the fridge.Fried baloney?
TrueFrance has got nothing on China...
Oh Lordy, so did my mom. She’d buy brains at the grocery store and scramble them in eggs! My sister and I were totally grossed out. We couldn’t even watch her eat dinner. Fortunately she was too wise to even suggest we try a bite.Cow brains, mom used to cook it.
Don't forget the grated cheese! When I was a kid, sawdust wasn't a component!One childhood favorite that I would gladly eat today if it wouldn’t make me blimp up is buttered macaroni. Bowl after bowl of hot macaroni swimming in melted butter. Ahhhhh…
I still eat that And with a slice of cheese (American, NOT "Cheese Food" or "Cheese Product"!)- never thought of it as crazy.Peanut butter and butter sandwiches. An ex had braces for a while, she loved peanut butter but it stuck to her grillwork. Dentist tipped her off to PB & B. Actually not bad.
My Grandfather used to make them this way, he claimed the peanut butter didn't stick to the roof of your mouth. To this day, peanut butter has never stuck to the roof of my mouth. I didn't care for the peanut butter and butter sandwich, but I never told him so, I told him they were fantastic...and he was happy.Peanut butter and butter sandwiches. An ex had braces for a while, she loved peanut butter but it stuck to her grillwork. Dentist tipped her off to PB & B. Actually not bad.
But a little block of Velveeta is absolutely necessary in making homemade baked Mac n Cheese. It’s just one of the cheeses in the recipe, but is needed to make the sauce smooth. Without it, the other cheeses curdle up and don’t melt smoothly.I consider Velveeta an affront to cheese.
Oh. I would appreciate being adopted by her family to join them for dinner. Mmmmmm. My friend's mom is Manchurian, and I was invited to their family Lunar New Year celebration one year, and wow, we ate like kings. Plus her mom would make beng (scallion pancakes) for our potlucks all the time, and they were my favourite thing ever.It was either adapt or starve at family dinners.
nononononononononono!!But a little block of Velveeta is absolutely necessary in making homemade baked Mac n Cheese. It’s just one of the cheeses in the recipe, but is needed to make the sauce smooth. Without it, the other cheeses curdle up and don’t melt smoothly.
Otherwise, I agree. IMO, Velveeta exists solely for the sake of Mac-n-cheese.
I will happily join your family for mac & cheese night any day. That sounds awesome.nononononononononono!!
Start with a roue, and slowly add chopped or thinly sliced other cheeses... Brie, Ementhaler, Swiss, any triple-cream cheese will give a rich, smooth texture without curdling...stir continuously, so it won't burn. I generally use about 2-3 pounds of various cheeses to 1 pound of macaroni, but Velveeta is prohibited from entering my house. I won't even buy Kraft Macaroni and Cheese as emergency food, because it is powdered velveeta. Annie's Mac & Cheese is much better, and there isn't hat annatto coloring.
And don't forget to use a glass baking dish with a shredded cheese blend on the bottom, and on the top- that way you get a crust on both sides.
And breadcrumbs are prohibited as well.. They are for hush puppies, fried chicken, and fried eggplant, not macaroni and cheese.
Me too! But your Mac-n-cheese recipe sounds a lot tonier than mine. Brie!I will happily join your family for mac & cheese night any day. That sounds awesome.
It wasn't just the Chinese food that my MIL made. (My wife is pure Chinese) Mom was an incredible cook. Pickled Pigs Feet was her specialty Hawaii has so many other ethnic foods.Oh. I would appreciate being adopted by her family to join them for dinner. Mmmmmm. My friend's mom is Manchurian, and I was invited to their family Lunar New Year celebration one year, and wow, we ate like kings. Plus her mom would make beng (scallion pancakes) for our potlucks all the time, and they were my favourite thing ever.
I loved pickled pigs’ feet as a kid. They came in a jar, from Hormel I think it was. Gnawed on the knuckles till there was almost nothing left! As an adult, I once bought a jar in a fit of nostalgia, but it was like drinking vinegar. Ugh.Mom was an incredible cook. Pickled Pigs Feet was her specialty