Daddy Pasta and Mommy Cookies

"The Mac Dad will make you JUMP JUMP
The Daddy Mac will make you JUMP JUMP
Kris Kross will make you JUMP JUMP..."

Get this song out of my head, please.

Oy, I made the 'nomicon Mac Daddy. It was god. It was good. It was go-ood. I'm running out of things to say about food already.

I used conchiglie pasta by Montebello because I don't eat pasta too often, so when I do, I'm not wasting it on whatever elbows. It's my favorite pasta shape by my favorite brand. Does anyone make mac and cheese with actual macaroni anymore, anyway? The mac at Vita is "rotelle" and the mac I've eaten at most friends' houses is penne. But conchiglie is my thing.

My cheezy sauce took a really long time to firm out, and it firmed up the most when I finally turned the burner off and left it alone. So now I know. Or I could have just added less liquid when making it in the first place . . .

And there's nothing to make you feel all geared up for the In Other Words bookstore's "sex party" benefit than a big plate of pasta, no? I ended up feeling a little like a blob, which was fine, cause I was mostly there to suppport my friend who volunteers at the store. She made cookies for the occasion: Vagina Cookies! They were a basic sugar cookie with frosting, but I couldn't keep away from these. Er. Um.


And speaking of Mac Daddys and Vaginas, guess who just became parents? Joanna and Matt! Baby before Book! Milo Bear!

Next up tomorrow, cause I'm liking the idea of a pasta bender: Pumpkin Baked Ziti with Caramelized Onions and a Sage Crumb Topping for a vegan holiday potluck! Life is good.