Grown-up mac and cheese.

I wasn't planning on posting this pasta dish. It's kind of plain and simple and boring, and after plopping a couple of big scoops into my bowl, I decided it didn't look too attractive, either.

And then I took a bite. And I just felt good all over. And all I wanted to do was inhale the entire serving and then go back for seconds. But I stopped myself long enough to take a few pictures, because food that makes me this happy must be shared with the masses.



This dish pretty much sums up my cooking style, especially when I'm just cooking for myself. Nothing fancy or impressive -- just a comforting, filling meal thrown together with whatever is starting to go bad in my fridge.

I chopped up broccoli florets, sugar snap peas, a little bit of onion, and threw them in a pan with olive oil, butter, and garlic. I tossed the veggies with a few handfuls of halved grape tomatoes that were starting to go wrinkly, along with about half a can of drained tuna. Mixed it all together with cooked elbow macaroni, spooned the mixture into a bowl, and stirred in shredded Parmesan and mozzarella cheese.

The result was kind of like a grown-up mac and cheese. The tuna added a rich, salty bite. The veggies made me feel like I was eating healthy. The heaps of gooey, melted cheese told me otherwise. I scarfed down one big bowlful, and then another. And then I went to DSW and bought a pair of black Pumas and a big purse that I don't really need.

Yeah, it was a good night.