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  • I have many guilty pleasures. Well, not really guilty as much as secret. One of my not-so-secret pleasures is my daily enjoyment in my favourite soap opera. Within my day of meditation, yoga, school drop-off, pick-up, writing, allergy-free, organic cooking, contemplating the universe, there is always an hour where the t.v comes on and I tune in to the continuing story of daytime drama.

    A lesser-known secret is the pleasure I take in mac 'n cheese. Not the gourmet kind from scratch and organic ingredients. The box version and a particular brand. I never buy it, that I can attest.

    But if it's made by someone else, it will not be eaten alone. My husband purchases this particular pantry outcast. Its cardboard box and showy label shunned by the shelves of organic, natural and mainly gluten-free villagers.

    Something about it. I couldn't eat it more than once every five or six months, it would lose the allure. But when its aroma begins to fill the kitchen upon cooking, my taste buds get quite excited. Both my children were naturally delivered, except one artificial ingredient; the mac n' cheese that fuelled their deliveries.

    I've tried to mitigate the processed, artificial content by not emptying the entire packet of the proprietary powdered cheese into the macaroni when my husband isn't looking. Satisfied that I have preserved my healthy principles and our digestive systems, I sit to savour the creamy creation. Disappointed.

    I have taken this one liberty of gastronomic indulgence and diminished it by not allowing enjoyment of the whole damn thing, as it was intended and as I craved!

    What's the point of having a savoury experience if you're going to limit it?

    No holding back. When the aroma finds you and the salivating begins, please..... add ALL the cheese!
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