Last weekend while [D] and I were driving home from the Sugar Shack, we had a long talk about our personal fitness and wellness goals while chowing down maple chocolate coconut haystacks. She told me a little saying I'd never heard before: "Nothing tastes as good as the feeling of being skinny." We both laughed, although there are times I think that might be right. Last night was NOT one of those times.
caliAGchick's mom sent us a recipe for Chipolte Mac & Cheese last week. I've been dying to try it since the second it arrived in my e-mail inbox. Last night we prepared a cheesy little feast.
It started with this:
Then I chopped up some of these:
caliAGchick started cooking up the noodles and was working on the delicious meatloaf she whipped together to go with it.
This is where it starts tasting better than a hot beach bod:
Then comes the first pound of cheese. Yes, I said the first pound. As in, there is more than one pound of cheese in this.
Once that melted into a oohey-gooey-cheesy slurry, we added in the chilies and poured it into the baking dish. We smothered it in the bread crumbs and popped this little baby in the oven.
Meanwhile, Bobcat put together three little wedge salads that could have passed as artwork. Really tasty artwork.
When the steam cleared, we finally dug in.
For one night, that was better than being skinny. Well, it was better than being skinny this morning at breakfast, too. And I bet my feelings don't change by tonight either.
I think you'll agree. Give it a try. Next time I don't feel like being skinny ever again and make this, I think I'll cut the bread crumb topping in half so it gets a little crispier. And I'll probably wear elastic pants.