Over the years, I adapted it to whatever whims and ingredients I had on hand and even started to make baked mac and cheese. ![]() My mother made Martha Stewart's version, and I would always sneak some of the butter-drenched croutons before we all sat down to dig in. Let me back up: For as long as I can remember, macaroni and cheese was my birthday dinner. Haters may hate-that stuff was (and, by all accounts, still is) delicious. And don't tell me I'm the only one with a weak spot for the Velveeta version where you squeeze neon-orange goo out of a silver packet onto your shells, best consumed while watching The Magic Schoolbus. ![]() ![]() We love Grandma's homemade version that she plunked down on the Thanksgiving table, right next to the green bean casserole. How do we love thee? Let us count the ways: We love you from a box, preferably in SpongeBob or superhero shapes.
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