An Ode to Mac

What more could be asked

than a bowl of pure love?

What more could be given

than distilled beauty?

What more could be hoped for

than divinity made edible?

None, I say.

None more.

Macaroni, perfection, cheese, perfection.

Combined, they are truly, truly undefeated.

The moral?

Mac’n’cheese is pretty good, dude.

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