Fine(ish) Cuisine

This evening I ran into a situation I find myself in about once a week: in need of a commissary run and few options for dinner. I had pasta, but I know Ben gets tired of having noodles and tomato sauce (the girls and I could probably eat it three or four times a week). I had a bunch of shredded cheddar cheese, so I decided to make a go at some "homemade" macaroni and cheese. Shell pasta, milk, butter, and cheese... it was a simple meal. And yet, everyone ATE IT! And they didn't even complain about it. I am about as far from a chef as can be, so I was nervous that even this simple dish wouldn't come out well. To have had even this minor success in cooking was a big deal for me.