For the upcoming Thanksgiving day meal, all the conversations between the inlaws and outlaws centered around what everybody would bring. I jumped in front of the conversation and declared I would bring Mac n’ Cheese and I was not going to budge on that.
And I was going to make it gluten-free and people were going to like it or risk an evil glare from me. The days of making 2 dishes are over. I do not mind at all making my own version of a dish that someone else is bringing. But whatever I make for the whole family is going to be gluten-free so I can eat it too. When it comes to macaroni and cheese, our history is just too deep for me to ignore it at the dinner table if it’s made with wheat flour. I have eaten many plates of mac and cheese at my great-grandmother’s house in a plastic bunny plate. My love for plates have not changed and neither has my love for this classic southern dish. The cheesier and creamier, the better.
I think I knocked this one way out of the gate.