When I come home to my parents house, on some nights I stay up very late and I consume an entire box of Kraft Mac-n-Cheese.
I did so tonight, in fact. And God saw it. And it was good.
I’m not certain, but I think such things makes me feel as if I am somehow protecting in me the borders of allowable immaturity.
if eating a box of kraft mac & cheese can be qualified as juvenile – then i must be stuck at age 12, cause i still love the stuff and crave it every 4 months or so.
one good thing i did “outgrow” if you will, is bologna – the oscar meyer kind. don’t think that’s ever been all that good for me either.
I have a couple of boxes in my cupboard for when I just can’t muster up the strength for real dinner. it’s a happy maker, for sure.