Just macaroni, extra sharp cheddar, butter, salt and pepper. Don't shave the cheese, slice it. Put a layer on top. It makes a nice crispy cheese crust. Fill with milk about an inch and a half from the top of the bowl. You know it's done when the cheese on the top turns a nice golden brown. Bake at 425.

Nothing fancy, but I love it.

Hi Jodi, I've been well thank you for asking.

Since launching my webcomic I haven't had as much time to post and am kind of saving my long posts for my blog so I probably look a little more invisible these days. It's fun, but I wasn't quite aware of just how much time it would take.

I'm not a big seafood guy myself, I like shellfish a lot but fish isn't my thing. My mom is like that too, though she doesn't even like shellfish but my dad loves seafood. Which is a little strange considering he is a quintessential prairie boy, grew up on a farm eating whole chickens and big slabs of meat. Not exaggerating about the whole chickens, he'd come in from the field for lunch and they'd have a chicken apiece with all the fixings. So he has this huge appetite and the first time he met my mom's parents he ran into their food rules. One thin slice of roast beef (3 lb roast split between their 9 kids and the two parents, plus my dad. And they wanted leftovers for the next day), one scoop of mashed potatoes, one scoop of boiled carrots and one spoonful of gravy. Dad said it was the fastest he ever drove to a burger king after politeness allowed him to leave.

Me and my two brothers were huge eaters as kids, there was no such thing as leftovers and we usually fought over who got to sit next to mom at a restaurant since that person would get what she didn't eat. We used to go to the local legion every month where they'd put on a smorg (fundraising thing plus community service. Essentially grandmas that have been cooking for years trotting out their favorite recipes to show off). First month it was 5 bucks for under twelves, we three boys had about five plates piled high apiece. Next month it was six bucks for under twelve and it kept going up. It was always funny to see the old ladies sigh and roll their eyes when they saw us coming. Then one year our appetites just died down to normal levels.

We didn't notice that until we went to my aunts place for supper. She, knowing what we could do to food, had made a turkey roasting pan and filled it to the brim with cabbage rolls thinking we'd eat at least half. We were stuffed at two apiece. And she had enough cabbage rolls left over to have it every day for the next two months.

Ed Aycock: You're absolutely right. I have to stop feeling sorry about myself and start doing something with my life, while I still have a chance. Anyway, I guess every year when February 14th gets closer I get in a bad mood. And that pretty much explains the pity party, I think.

And I'm 25. I'll be 26 this year. And thanks for saying I'm smart. I appreciate that.

Thank you Jodi. You just made my day.

I have to admit, though, I'm not that nice in real life. Or rather I'm not nice all the time or with everyone.

Arc, are you trying to tell us that you're a bitchy queen?  :)