Despite posting about how much I love prepping and cooking food, I can’t help but occasionally indulge in the processed, no-good-for-you, artificial-cheesy-goodness of Kraft mac & cheese. I can’t tell if it’s my compulsive hunger after a long workout, or the fact that my mind is inundated with those Kraft insurance commercials, but I can’t help myself.
I know. It’s not real cheese.
Real cheese is not orange powder.
But for someone who doesn’t eat half of her former favorite childhood foods, this is the closest thing to comfort food I have.
The only thing that would make this better is even more of that delicious fake orange cheese powder.
The F Word 