Oh man. Last night, I ate the Heinz mac and cheese I posted about yesterday.

We were making a roast chicken, and hubby was making himself some roast cauliflower, so I had no ‘side’ handy.

Because I will never like cauliflower. Ever. Sorry, it smells worse than my compost bin on a hot day. It smells like it has been decomposing for a while. To paraphrase Monty Python, it smells as if it is no more. I’m not putting that in my mouth ever again.

So instead I had the M&C (not spelling that out any more, either). Popped the top, scraped it into a tiny bowl, nuked it for 1:30… And it was done. Easy.

Reason it was easy is that it was mostly “cheese sauce.” Despite the tin’s claim, it was not delicious. It rather tasted of nothing. It looked awful, however. Be glad I love you all enough not to have taken a photo.

Have any of you ever gone to a little kid’s haunted house? Where they put stuff in bowls, in the dark, and tell you to put your hand in it? “This is the braaains of a dead man!” “Eeeeeee!”

Yeah, this muck would be great at playing the part of deadman’s brains. Pale, pale yellow – more an ecru or a beige – and more sauce than pasta. And the pasta? Entirely tasteless and squishy. No chewing was needed. Blargh.

I did eat it all, and even disdained putting salt in it – salting that mush didn’t seem like it was going to help. When the pasta was gone, there was a good three spoons of … cheese … left, and I scraped the bowl with a bit of chicken. That actually wasn’t too horrible, as my chicken had flavour and texture. The sauce just made it a bit easier to chew – you know, wetter.

All in all? I’m hoping I don’t get this in my Christmas stocking.

A visual interpretation of what it tasted like:

Still better than cauliflower.