Thank you for the e-mails concerning my status and I can assure you I am alive and marginally well. I did have my doubts though and was so concerned this morning when I drifted into consciousness I asked Hot Dog Dude if he could place a mirror in front of my mouth just to be sure.
He wasn't in the mood to humor me, like I was totally in the mood to humor him today when he requested I redo the same invoices I've done three times in a row now.
Before you go thinking I've totally lost it, it is all my dentists' fault I can assure you. I have to say not that I was totally in love with him before yesterday, but I think he has just moved up there to dislike as much as vegan cheese status.
A couple weeks ago I thought I chipped one of my molars, the fact I spit out white pieces after a loud crunch sound should have been proof. I ignored it, because I'm pretty good at that sort of thing. Something kept telling me I probably shouldn't and I dragged myself into said dentist in question for a look-see.
I probably should have exited quickly when he brought out his cell phone to take a picture of my tooth (with all the advances in dentistry this was the best he could do) then he proceeded to show me a picture of said tooth complete with a big crack down the center. Return in a few hours he told me and he'd fix it. (Not once did he disclaim I should probably be under the influence upon returning.)
Upon returning I plopped myself in his chair and he comes over and starts laughing.
Dentist: "Oh I'm sorry; I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the fact I just can't believe you did that."
Me: (inner dialogue) "No, I'm pretty sure you were laughing at me a**hole!" (Never say something like this aloud to someone who is inching towards you with a 6-inch needle and a power drill ready to go. Trust me on this one.)
Yes I see exactly how you extrapolated macaroni and cheese out of that story, crazy Cookie Queen (also trust me it takes a special kind of mind to posses this power).
Italian Macaroni and Cheese (for the record there is absolutely nothing Italian about this, but my cousin calls it that and I think that is sweet)
1 pound dried rigatoni noodles
4 tablespoons butter
4 tablespoons all-purpose flour
6 cups milk
8 ounces cheddar cheese, cut in thin slices
Pinch ground nutmeg
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Place a large pot of water on to boil and add a few teaspoons salt, once it's boiling vigorously add the rigatoni noodles. Cook about 10 minutes or until al dente.
Place the butter in a medium saucepan and turn on medium heat and let the butter melt. Add the flour and whisk until smooth, cook one minute and add the milk, a little salt, pepper, and a pinch of nutmeg. Simmer on low heat until ready to assemble the casserole.
Drain the noodles. Spray a casserole dish about an 11" x 13" sized one with no-stick spray and place half of the noodles on the bottom. Add half of the cheese slices over that, sprinkle with a little S&P and pour half of the milk mixture over that. Add the other half of the noodles, other half of the cheese, and the rest of the milk.
Bake for 40-45 minutes or until most of the liquid is absorbed and the tops of the noodles are getting brown and crispy.
The fact I'm in a poor mood probably has more to do with the fact I polished off a bottle of wine by myself last night because the shots he gave me wore off exactly at bedtime and I have a massive hangover today. Nah, I'm pretty sure it's because I just hate the dentist.
The hung over Cookie Queen