n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.
Cheesy. You want Cheesy? You want motherfuking cheesy? You need a roux.
Not just any old roux. You need a roux that you will want to drink straight out of the pan. You need a roux that will make love to your cheese. You need a roux that you will want to spread across your lovers body, and your lovers name is macaroni.
You need this roux:
Get some all purpose flour. 3 Tablesppons. Get some cornstarch. 1 Tablespoon. Get a pinch of kosher salt. Get a pinch of pepper. Get half a stick of butter (not salted)
Throw all that shiet that in a pan. Heat it. Work it. Love it. Cook it for 4 minutes. Now you have a roux.
Get some 1/2 and 1/2. Dump a cup of it in.
Get some cheese. 12oz of extra sharp cheddar. Shred that shiet. Add half to the sauce.
Stir. Cook for 2 min, but don’t let it boil, as the cheese and milk will curdle, and the sauce will get too thick. If it gets close to boiling, take it off the heat. If it gets too thick, add some extra half/half to thin it out. When the cheese is melted and its nice and creamy, you’re good.
Now put cooked noodles in a bowl. Didn’t cook any? What the hell are you doing? Go cook some. Hell, cook some 10 minuites ago.
Put the remaining 6oz of cheese on the noodles. Straight on. Mix it up. Add the sauce. Mix it up.
Eat that shiet. It will be the creamiest, cheesiest best god-damn mac you will ever have.
Not cheesy enough? Add 4 oz of Gruerere cheese. Not cheesy enough? Add 4 oz of Velveeta.
Not cheesy enough? Make an extra batch.
Santa’s gonna be a little late this year, kids
Zangief with the assist
By Marcus Aurelius
“At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: “I have to go to work – as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for – the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?
- But its nicer here…
“So you were born to feel nice? Instead of doing things and experiencing them? Don’t you see the plants, the birds, the ants and spiders and bees going about their individual tasks, putting the world in order, as best they can? And you’re not willing to do your job as a human being? Why aren’t you running to do what your nature demands?
- But we have to sleep sometime…
“Agreed. But nature set a limit on that – as it did on eating and drinking. And you’re over the limit. You’ve had more than enough of that. But not of working. There you’re still below your quota too, and what it demands of you. People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat. Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for dance, the miser for money or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up their arts. Is helping others less valuable to you? Not worth your effort?”
This really helped me get out of bed in the morning, as soon as i start questioning my dedication i feel the need to prove myself to myself. His writing are published in a book titled Meditations if anyone’s interested.