I am still dreaming about who I am going to be when I grow up. In my head, I’m still 8 … eating macaroni and cheese, and baking cakes in my Easy Bake Oven. I’m still waiting for that magical moment when I feel like I have safely arrived into the kingdom of adulthood. I imagine it to be a happy, super organized place where everybody is on a tight schedule (that they keep), they exercise regularly, get their taxes done on time, take their vitamins, are never frazzled by technology, and they have all the adult-like- grown- up answers to life’s troubling questions. For now, adulthood will have to wait since most days I question why anybody would have thought it would be a good idea for me, Louise, to be responsible for the lives and well-being of children. Most days I feel like I’m 8 year’s old playing dodge ball … and all I can do to just is to keep moving and not get hurt. Motherhood keeps whirling the ball at me and when I think I have it all under control… WHAM!!! I get hit in the head.
Except I’m not out – that would be too easy. The game of motherhood requires that you get back up, wipe your tears, and move on even though that big red welt still stings. You get up, make more lists, fill out college forms, pray for your daughter’s boyfriend (even when you don’t like him), blow bubbles in the front yard, shop for prom dresses, pack lunches, watch Star Wars, and kiss wounded elbows. Then, when you least expect it, you get HIT again. The school calls because you forgot it was minimum day. Still in your workout clothes and with your head hung low, you walk into the office to retrieve your child. Desperately you try not to get eye contact with the “office lady”. You know she is going to give you that look. Doesn’t she see the big welt on your face, has she not ever played dodge ball?
In the game of motherhood the rules are always changing and it’s up to you to figure them out. Unfortunately, I didn’t receive the rule book on parenting and must have missed out when the adulthood pamphlet was handed out. Motherhood is a learn as you go kinda game. As each child grows, you play along blindly.
You watch, you listen, you learn. Then you adjust your love to meet each child’s specific needs. Some times you get it right and you feel like you are on your way. Other times you just hope the kingdom of adulthood doesn’t hold it against you. For all the other times in between, it’s better to just blow bubbles in the yard, be 8 year’s old, and eat macaroni & cheese.
|Macaroni and Cheese for Grown ups|| || |
- 3 large Safest Choice eggs
- ½ cup half and half
- ¾ teaspoon kosher salt
- ¼ teaspoon black pepper
- 8 ounces whole wheat elbow macaroni
- Pinch of cayenne pepper
- 2 cups grated Colby jack cheese, about 8 ounces
- 4 cups broccoli florets, steamed and cut into very small bite size pieces (about 12 ounces)
- Bring a large pot of water to a boil with a heavy pinch of kosher salt.
- In a medium bowl whisk to combine eggs, half and half, salt & pepper - set aside.
- Add macaroni to boiling water and cook until just under aldente, about 7 minutes. Drain completely and then place macaroni back into hot pot over very low heat.
- Into the pot of warm, drained macaroni add in ⅓ of the egg mixture and half of the cheese. Stir slowly and constantly until cheese begins to melt, about 1 minute.
- Add in the rest of the egg mixture and the remaining cheese. Gently stir over low heat for about 5 minutes until velvety and creamy.
- Turn off the heat and stir in the steamed broccoli. Allow the macaroni to sit for approximately 3-4 minutes; this will help the sauce to thicken slightly.