Sometimes a guy just wants some Mac and Cheese.

I'm not talking about the stuff in the box or the Styrofoam container. Not that I would turn away from those versions in a pinch.

I'm talking about the real deal.

Lynna's Macaroni And Cheese.

I will not try to share the instructions. They are a secret that only she can share. I couldn't make it like her if I tried. It is magic. My daughter can get close but it is just not the same.

So... I have been jonesin' for some LMac for about three months. About two weeks ago I returned from a meeting and there on the stove was a pan with the cold crusted remains of LMac. "What's this darling?"

"That's what's left from mine and the dogs dinner. They just love mac and cheese." Lynna responded........

I then proceeded to scrape two spoon fulls of crusted - cold - leftover from a dogs dinner LMac out of a pan that had been just sitting there on the stove for a few hours and quickly cleaned the remnants off the pan and spoon. It made a crunchy sound as I gnawed it off the spoon. But hey... any LMac is good LMac although it did remind me of some vacation bible school project from years gone by.... "Randy, that's a wonderful picture of Moses holding the ten commandments using his macaroni arms, I like the way you used the rice for the tablets.... "

I shot her a glance and said, "They're speakers and it was supposed to be a roadie for Jimi Hendrix setting up for a concert..... #$%* it all to %#&& ....Oh..... errrrr... I'm sorry mam...."

Now if I could have found that piece of history when I went through the trunk we would have been in business. It wasn't there, and now that I think about it I think the VBS teachers sent me home with a paperweight made from a baby food jar, water with red food coloring and some wadded up handiwrap..... I bet they had some kind of ceremony and burned my roadie picture at an alter or something to ward of Satan. Oh... and for future reference... when playing Red Rover at VBS recess you should not use your forearm on Sally "Beakmon's throat to break through.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Warren with the cost of gasoline and your house being so far from the church.... the bible school bus can't pick Randy up anymore."

Oh well back to riding my bike all day and finding and collecting dead grasshoppers and building little paper boats. Then placing the grasshoppers on the paper boat, setting it on fire and sending it down Cache Creek, running along the bank after it screaming, "Away to Valhalla my fine Viking friends!"

See there actually are some books that shouldn't be in an elementary school library.....

Back to the LMac debacle....

Flash forward to last night.... (remember still no fresh hot LMac for Randy at this point) "Sweetie what do you want for supper?", I asked. "Oh, I'm not really hungry yet...", Lynna responded.

So I make a big plate of extra hot, hot links (five of them, because that is how many are in the package, it's the companies fault) with cheese and as I am putting the last bite in my mouth Lynna says, "Do you want some mac and cheese? I'm making some."

There is absolutely no room in the inn... I can't stuff another bite in my gut.... Do I want some hot, gooey cheesy LMac?????

No, I'm full, I'm full, I'm full....

"Are you sure??? I think it's the best I have ever made...." Lynna said with a wicked smile....

And in the distance on the radio I could hear Jimi Hendrix on one of the Dish Network music stations singing Hey Joe...... Jo is Lynna's middle name.....