I have two Kraft Dinner (the proper Canadian English) stories.
Late teens, drop out of school, kicked out of house, stay with militia buddies until I join regular forces. We lived on very little money. We once stole a case of 48 Kraft Dinner off the loading dock of a nearby A&P. We staged it as a military operation, determined the details by observing for a few day, etc. Wore camo and such for the mission. Not real uniforms! We weren’t that dumb.
My mom made the most delicious macaroni & cheese often for lazy simple Sunday supper. Bag of elbow mac, most, if not all of a jar of Kraft Cheese Whiz (think Velveeta but a bit darker orange). Heavens! Occasionally ruined by the addition of roughly chopped canned tomatoes. Which I had to eat because there was no picking out the tomatoes in our house.
I’m nearly 60 and I still have a pot of Kraft Dinner once every couple months. Yes, a pot. Both in a pot and a pot of. The one it was cooked in, obviously.
Yes, it’s not as good as it once was. Nothing ever is. I add a few TB of “cheese powder” from the bulk store. Nutritional yeast if I’ve stock. And at least twice the butter. NOT MARGERINE YOU HEATHENS!
Good Times!
