It was Wednesday, grocery shopping day. I should have written my grocery list on Tuesday, but other projects had come first. Composing grocery lists takes me some time; I find satisfaction in offering my family a well-rounded variety of nutritious dinners, and take pains to plan such in detail. In other words, I get bored easily, and can't stand vain repetition of meals. So I strategically rotate meats, starches, and vegetables in recipes of various ethnicities. This Wednesday, time was running short, and I had only come up with six dinners for the upcoming week. None of my many recipes seemed right for that night. Just one idea came to mind.
"Fine," I thought. "Tonight we'll have macaroni and cheese."