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My Mother's Only Child. Macaroni and Cheese

     As an only child, my mother would often make meals from scratch to suit both of our taste. However, as a kid, I was a picky eater. It was really difficult for me to try new things because I liked certain dishes more than others and wouldn't agree to anything else. As most kids, I loved mac n cheese. But specifically, I loved my mom's baked mac n cheese, to the point I wouldn't dare eat anyone else's.  I remember as a kid, everyone at our Baptist church and my mom's government job requested my mom's baked mac n cheese for potluck dinners. I refused to eat my friends' mothers box mac n cheese and only would trust a few family members recipes including my grandma and moms' sisters to also make it right. It even got to a point where my father remarried and tried to guilt me into saying his new wife mac n cheese was better than my mother's dish. I refused because even though I was a kid I knew I wasn't going to lie, especially about cooking. 

    One of my mother's secret ingredients was motherly love and Colby cheese. So many people usually used cheddar and that was fine, but Colby cheese really made it stick. As I got older and in my early twenties and thirties, I started to make mac n cheese and added different ingredients. My mother started to actually like some of my versions almost as much as hers. No matter what I added, homemade cheese sauce, different seasoning or the type of pan used to bake it, I knew one thing. Make it with Love and include Colby cheese. LOL. 

    Whatever is done, do it with a purpose and be passionate about it. Do it with Love, use the best ingredient and it will always come out made to perfection!


My Mother's Only Child

Sherri M. Littleton 

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