What's Cookin' Honey?

"I need something CHEESY"
- Wallace and Gromit


Cheesy Tuna Shell Casserole

1 tbsp margarine
1 medium onion
1 can (10 3/4 ounces) condensed cream of mushroom soup
1 1/4 cups milk
1 tsp worcestershire sauce
1/2 tsp prepared mustard
1/4 tsp pepper
2 cups (8 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese
1 can (6 ounces) tuna (drained)
1 cup frozen peas
8 ounces shell pasta
1/2 cup crushed potato chips

1.) Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Cook the shell pasta in boiling water (about 11 minutes) and drain.

2.) While the pasta is cooking (pronounced "pes-ta" if you're British *wink*) chop the onion.

3.) Melt the margarine over high heat in a 2-quart sauce pan and then add the chopped onions (saute 3 minutes).

4.) Stir in the soup, milk, worcestershire sauce, mustard, and pepper. Stir frequently and bring to a boil.

5.) Remove from the heat and stir in the cheese until smooth.

6.) Add the tuna (separating it into flakes with a fork) and the peas.

7.) Combine the tuna mixture and the cooked shells in a 2 quart casserole dish.

8.) Crush the potato chips and sprinkle them over the top.

9.) Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes (until heated throughout.)

4-year-old Review:
Picked off potato chips for consumption after eating several shells. Then picked through mixture for the peas.

Two Hours Later: "My teeth are very stinky. I must go change them."

Thirty-two year old review: Nice flavor and texture. I'll deal with the stinky teeth just to get this in my belly...

("I'm just CRACKERS about cheese!" - W &G)

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Stuck

The gracious upstairs neighbors asked us up to partake in the great American tradition of consuming large amounts of food and beer (probably Budweiser) whilest watching the Superbowl and hoping for some obnoxious "scandal" such as a nipple siting. SO we did it.

Before going, I told myself that I was not allowed to get drunk, as that would greatly increase the liklihood of disclosing the amount of sex that I've heard them have.
It was good that this was established from the start, because the conversation turned that way, without any prompting.
S:"So. I can sometimes hear your conversations through the airvents."

BBFK:"Oh, sorry."

S:"No problem, I just turn up the music or something. It just makes me wonder if you can hear us through the vents, too."

BBFK:"Umm...nope, I've never heard any of your conversations...."

S:"It's not conversations that I'm worried about. Especially since you have a little girl."

BBFK: *silence* *slurps drink* "Right. SO It looks like the refs have been paid off by some Steelers supporters..."

Later on in the evening.....

BBFK:"It's neat that you guys are involved in Renaissance festivals."

S:"Well, it's more than that. It's more role playing in costume. I've been this elf-character for 18 years now."

*Noel runs into the back room*

S: *nervous glance at boyfriend* "Honey, are all the toys in the bedroom put away?"

BBFK: *tries not to juxtapose the last 2 bits of conversation along with the routine pounding/escalating sreaming sounds that often filter down from the vents*

Even later, that same night....

S's boyfriend: *comes back from the back rooms that BBFK has been avoiding" "Noel just said she needed to make a poop."

BBFK:*rushes to feet* "OK..." *runs to bathroom in the back and finds Noel already in process* "Oh, Noel we could have just gone downstairs...." *Noel finishes business and leaves BBFK to flush*
*flushes toilet*
*small movement*
*flushes again*
*water rises*
*panic starts*
*waits*
*waits*
*water lowers some*
*flushes again*
*water rises*
*skin gets red and spotty with panic*
*waits*
*waits*
*no movement*
*wishes for some heavy alcohol*
*walks out to report the stuck toilet*
*walks back to bathroom with neighbor*
*neighbor ineffectively plunges for 10 minutes while I look on profusely apologizing and trading bad bathroom stories*
*neighbor's boyfriend checks in and unclogs toilet with a flick of the wrist and a single plunge*
*BBFK finishes beer and goes home with toilet-clogging 4 year old*

If ignorance ISN'T bliss, then why shut off the lights before shagging?