If you had to name one—and only one—moment in your life that was your “very best,” what would it be?
Could you honestly do that?
I thought I could. I even picked “that one time when . . .” and gave it due credence. But then right in behind it, another good memory vying for best flowed in on the breeze of my many gratitudes.
Homemade macaroni and cheese can move me. It can move me to swoon, time and time again, over the very best moment when the warm cheesy gobs oozing over the spoon reach the palate and drown the senses in comfort and carbs.