Our neighbors love us.

It's a curse. The fire alarm has gone off again. Liz and I can't make macaroni-n-cheese without starting a small fire. I tried to make us my mom's cheesy version a few weeks ago and ended up melting a part of our colander (there's now a lovely black hole that daring noodles escape through each time I drain a pot into the sink). I'll never get a new one though because it makes me giggle inside a little bit each time I make pasta.

Tonight, it's Liz's turn. She doesn't know I'm writing this as she's slaving away and trying to control a fire-y pot of boiling flour, milk, butter and cheese. She's on her second batch of sauce now (thank goodness she bought extra of everything). The first batch is somewhere seeped into the inner parts of our stove. I really should be helping her, but I literally caused flames last time I tried my hand at mac-n-cheese. Plus, this post is way too funny to pass up, right? I don't want to miss a moment.

I'll let you guys know how it turns out as I am her star food-tester!

See how stealth I am? Doesn't look so bad in the pan, eh?