Because Alex wants to bring baked mac to the class party
It’s that time of the year again. Today until the weekend, schools and offices will be holding their Christmas parties. At the kids’ school, individual class parties will be held tomorrow and the Christmas program will be staged on Friday. Surprisingly, Sam did not ask me to cook anything for their party. Only Alex wants to bring a tray of baked macaroni.
So, at 9.00 p.m. last night, Speedy and I were at the supermarket buying the ingredients for the baked mac. I would have gone earlier in the day but, after showering, the only thing that seemed attractive was the bed (was it my imagination or did I actually hear it calling out and saying, “Come and lie down…”).
Anyway, after my dose of C.S.I., I started cooking and at 1.00 a.m., the pasta sauce was simmering happily. Because the sauce would need to simmer for at least two hours and I would have to start assembling the baked mac at around 4.00 a.m., I figured I might as well stay up all night, watch TV or surf the web, and go to bed after the kids have left for school.
Having said all that, this entry is not about the baked mac nor the kids’ Christmas parties. Not exactly, anyway. See, at 3.00 a.m. when the pasta sauce was done and the air in the kitchen was a mixture of bacon, salami, tomatoes, pimientos, basil, garlic, onions and pepper, I started to feel my stomach growling. The leftover chicken and corn dinner had long since been in the fridge and reheating didn’t seem like any fun. So…
I ate the pasta sauce. 
I toasted some split pan de sal, covered them with pasta sauce and topped them with grated herbed cheese. Then I put them back in the oven just long enough for the cheese to melt. 
Bad, really. Me, bad; not the pasta sauce which was just gorgeous. I should have gone for a bowl of cereals or oatmeal. But the wonderful aroma in the kitchen when I turned off the stove… Well, just like the bed that seemed to call out to me yesterday afternoon, it was as though the pot of pasta sauce was saying, “Come and taste me and it’ll be like going to heaven.” Yeah, right, calories heaven. No more breakfast for me. And most likely no lunch either since I’ll probably still be asleep by then.
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Naku, nabawasan ang pasta sauce ni Alex! hehehe
Do you have a recipe for your baked mac?
Wow naman, miss ko na ang baked mac ni Mommy Connie. Haha! Sayang naman at hindi ko matitikman
Papahingi nga ko kay Sir Ramil. LOL
Rhodora, buti na lang tulog pa sya nun hahahaha (baked macaroni recipe).
Wala ka sa school today, Teacher Andrea? Kaka-text lang ni Alex, ubos na daw hahahaha
wow mukhang ang sarap naman, pwede po ba share ung recipe?
uy, pizza pan de sal ala sassy
penge
little freak, but of course! Check out Pinoy Cook in an hour or so.
recipe meron, kongkong. pizza pan de sal ubos na hahahaha