It is the one time a year I purchase processed cheese, (usually in the form of Velveeta), in a vain attempt to replicate your famous homemade mac & cheese.
My attempt has ended in utter failure yet again. It has been 2 1/2 years since you passed and even longer since I've tasted such decadence. (The dementia took you far too early...)
I have followed your recipe with diligence and I have tweaked your recipe thinking something might be wrong and I just can't get it right. I admit, I don't add all the food coloring you used to, but certainly that can't be it. I am inclined to believe there were secrets in your head that you never bothered to write down. How I wish I had the chance to glean more kitchen wisdom from you before you went home.
Perhaps it's just as well. Maybe it's time the macaroni and cheese becomes shelved as a beloved childhood memory. Sometimes new traditions are worth establishing...
Rest assured, however, Grandma... I have definitely mastered your yeast rolls and in that fact, I rejoice.
Love you forever and always.