the magical qualities of mac and cheese (or kraft dinner, as you canadians like to call it)

I used to think that mac and cheese would never regain its nostalgic glory; that my idealized memories of perfect childhood dinners would always make the present version pale in comparison. That was before I came to Quest and discovered the exquisite spiritual experience that is eating mac and cheese in the middle of the night. I have never tasted anything so good in my life. This is what the gods on Mount Olympus eat when they’re up late working on a paper, and this is what I eat when I’m sitting on my throne, directing the worthless lives of puny mortals. Okay, that may not be true. But I can pretend. The simple beauty created by a cardboard box of pasta and a packet of questionably processed powdered cheese is, to me, nothing short of divine.

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