i didn’t grow up eating hotdogs with macaroni and cheese… like mixed in… together. i don’t like mixing my foods, but that’s an entirely other subject. paul, on the other hand, considers this meal a “white house regular” (no not THE WHITE HOUSE as in obama, but white house as in our last name is white. ps- don’t google me, i’m not exciting). anyway, so paul like grew up on this stuff.

here’s how tonight’s dinner convo went…

nic: “shit, i forgot to defrost the chicken this morning. can i do it quickly?”

paul: “sure, soak it in hot water.”

(nic places packaged chicken breasts (yes, jason, i just said “breasts”) in hot water and waits 15 minutes. thinks their done. takes them out of package, turns them over. they’re NOT done. NOT AT ALL. totally frozen. defrost method = FAIL).

nic: “um we have no veggies either. we have mac ‘n cheese. i wanted to make blue cheese cole slaw but the cole slaw looks old and nasty. we have no veggie.”

paul: “then we eat without a veggie.”

(ah, so simple to be a man….)

as for me, i was raised in a household where something green always needs to be on the plate. always. so with this dilemma, i stressed instantly.   i mean it’s just a meal.  we could’ve ordered a pizza, but we did that a few nights ago… we could’ve ordered chinese, but we did that a few nights before that.

i digress…

hot dogs cut up and mixed in with mac ‘n cheese… entirely new concept for me.

i mean, trust me, i lurve me a good dog. one that takes up the entire length of the bun, plump, ready to explode with whateverthehell it’s made out of, topped with a slice of kraft american cheese, and ketchup.

so paul launched himself in to “fix it” mode and made dinner tonight. FANTASTIC!

fear not, dear readers…  as always, we kept it classy with the beverage.  as we ate our meal fit for a king, of hot dogs and mac ‘n cheese, we sipped on jan de lichte “an imperial style belgian white ale brewed with spices.”

and i can honestly say i enjoyed my hot dogs with mac ‘n cheese (we used velveeta).  ya got your meat (sort of…  is it really  meat?)  and you got your dairy…  (sort of… is it really dairy in that cheese?)  so your food groups are somewhat covered, which means…..

we fed it to the magoo…  cuz we’re all about the organic shit in this household…

whatever dudes…  he ate it.  that’s all that matters!!!

and he wanted more…

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