It came to my attention last week that I had never attempted to make Homemade Mac and Cheese. My mom had asked me if I had a good recipe that I could share with her. She was wanting to make Mac and Cheese as a dish to take along with her to a weekend get together at her friend’s lake house. I racked my brain (I have a complex filing system stored up there) and came up short. I had nothing. Is this right? Is this true? But how can that be? How is it that I have never melted cheddar into a creamy base and stirred in pasta to culminate in a gooey, cheesy, comforting dish that almost everyone has grown up on in some form of the matter? I guess Velveeta had sufficed for the last 27 years. That is, until now.
Once I realized that I didn’t have a macaroni and cheese recipe in my repertoire to pass along to my mom, my first instinct was to reference The Pioneer Woman. I guess I just figured that a woman who has based her blogging career on cooking down-home, family friendly, comfort food should probably have a stellar Mac and Cheese recipe. It wasn’t but a day later when my mom reported back to me its success and popularity. It was a winner according to her.