Well, I told you this newsletter would be weekly-ish. And now I've delivered on the ish part. Life as of late feels like an ongoing series of hard-hitting ups and downs: a burst of creativity, inspiration, and renewed positivity followed by a wave of somber reality and the sting of memories pre-this. There's a constant back and forth of gratefulness and heartache, and the bizarre feeling of getting used to living with so much unknown.
Throughout the wax and wane, food still remains my centerpiece. The seasonal changing of produce serves as a happy reminder that the world is still spinning and things are still growing. That, and the progression of Max's beard that continues to reach greater, unexpected lengths by the day.
Last week during a dip in my sanity, I craved something decadent and cheesy. The result was stovetop mac & cheese, and when I posted it, I felt a tinge of shame around it's sheer simplicity. Yet, it received more traction than anything I've posted in months. It seems that I'm not the only one craving some creamy decadence these days. So here she is, a wildly straightforward recipe, ready in 15 minutes with only one dirty pot, perfect for when you go through a high high or a low low.
