Mac 'n Cheese 'n a Movie Night
November 13, 2003,
is a day that will live in infamy. After a stimulating executive session
of the OU Cynics Society, it was decided that we would dedicate a night
to fellowship and tastiness. (Translation: We were hanging around John's
room, he said he had too much macaroni and cheese, so we said it was time
to bust it open and have a party.) We eagerly awaited the party, as
eagerly as eager little kids eagerly await Christmas morning eagerly.
The night soon began. Tyler and I arrived with badly needed supplies at my apartment at 7, well before the party was scheduled, and we discovered it had already begun to begin! Apparently, people were too excited and showed up even before the host could. Wow, I should have shindigs more often.
John was quick to show off his cooking zky77z.
Meanwhile, Tyler played some Escape from Monkey Island
with some help from the others.
Ashley begins
to threaten John's cooking monopoly with an electric grill.
John took the invasion with a smile. A murderous smile.
In many cultures, chefs battle to the death for the honor of
feeding others. Here we had our own little duel, featuring
the epic knife against the well known spatula. It took a few
hours to get all the blood cleaned up, but it was well worth it.
And so, after several more battles to the death and stuff, the preparation of food was complete.
Became after, a 3 second interlude, ... 
Ashley and Collin mourned the loss of the herd of macaroni buffalo.
Thousands of the peaceful little grassland dwellers gave their lives
that we might have a delectable dinner. Good for them!
After eating up their teeny cheesy corpses, we were left with a graveyard of dishes to clean. The task seemed almost overwhelming. The first suggestion was to let them rot until they ceased to exist, but I doubt the hasmat want to hose down the apartment. .... again.
We cleaned up with breakneck speed. The guy in red is actually the Flash, it just turns out he happens to look a lot like Tyler. What a crazy coincidence, eh?
Here's a shot from the 1982 after school special, "Cleaning Time is Fun!"
After hanging out with The Wrong Crowd, Marcy learns the joys and
more joys of good clean fun. Mr. T was supposed to be in the special, but
refused, as he commented, "I pity da fool who don't use a dishwasha!"
The pots were difficult to clean. All of the wild chemicals found in present-day foods had escaped during cooking and brought the dishes to life! It took three of us to hold down this rather rambunctious piece of cookware. After being cleaned, the pot escaped and now lives in a suburb of Chicago under the name Matt Pottington.
It was about this time that the ghosts of the newly consumed macaroni visited us from the Great Beyond. Thinking quickly, John tried to snap a picture, but their ethereal glow was too potent for mortal digital technology. They forgave us for taking their lives, and told us that in the afterlife, macaroni ate humans, so in the end it would all be okay. Yikes, there's yet another reason to stay alive.
After they left, I decided to lay off the egg nog for a while. It's good stuff, but there's a reason they only serve it during the holidays. If we consumed that potent drink year round, I'd hate to think of the consequences.
The night soon began. Tyler and I arrived with badly needed supplies at my apartment at 7, well before the party was scheduled, and we discovered it had already begun to begin! Apparently, people were too excited and showed up even before the host could. Wow, I should have shindigs more often.
John was quick to show off his cooking zky77z.
Meanwhile, Tyler played some Escape from Monkey Island
with some help from the others.
Ashley begins
to threaten John's cooking monopoly with an electric grill.John took the invasion with a smile. A murderous smile.
In many cultures, chefs battle to the death for the honor of
feeding others. Here we had our own little duel, featuring
the epic knife against the well known spatula. It took a few
hours to get all the blood cleaned up, but it was well worth it.
And so, after several more battles to the death and stuff, the preparation of food was complete.
Became after, a 3 second interlude, ...
Ashley and Collin mourned the loss of the herd of macaroni buffalo.
Thousands of the peaceful little grassland dwellers gave their lives
that we might have a delectable dinner. Good for them!
After eating up their teeny cheesy corpses, we were left with a graveyard of dishes to clean. The task seemed almost overwhelming. The first suggestion was to let them rot until they ceased to exist, but I doubt the hasmat want to hose down the apartment. .... again.
We cleaned up with breakneck speed. The guy in red is actually the Flash, it just turns out he happens to look a lot like Tyler. What a crazy coincidence, eh?
Here's a shot from the 1982 after school special, "Cleaning Time is Fun!"
After hanging out with The Wrong Crowd, Marcy learns the joys and
more joys of good clean fun. Mr. T was supposed to be in the special, but
refused, as he commented, "I pity da fool who don't use a dishwasha!"
The pots were difficult to clean. All of the wild chemicals found in present-day foods had escaped during cooking and brought the dishes to life! It took three of us to hold down this rather rambunctious piece of cookware. After being cleaned, the pot escaped and now lives in a suburb of Chicago under the name Matt Pottington.
It was about this time that the ghosts of the newly consumed macaroni visited us from the Great Beyond. Thinking quickly, John tried to snap a picture, but their ethereal glow was too potent for mortal digital technology. They forgave us for taking their lives, and told us that in the afterlife, macaroni ate humans, so in the end it would all be okay. Yikes, there's yet another reason to stay alive.
After they left, I decided to lay off the egg nog for a while. It's good stuff, but there's a reason they only serve it during the holidays. If we consumed that potent drink year round, I'd hate to think of the consequences.
Thus was the adventure of Mac 'n Cheese!
(This adventure was brought to you by Kraft Cheese. The Cheesiest! Buy some now, Consumer-Pig!)
(This adventure was brought to you by Kraft Cheese. The Cheesiest! Buy some now, Consumer-Pig!)