- RACHEL BELLE
- Now in flavors Pleasantly Acidic, Truffle Scented, and Neon Orange.
I assume everyone has a secret shame food they eat alone, late at night, over the sink or in the glowing spotlight of the open refrigerator. Left alone with a container of sour cream, I will eat spoonful after glorious spoonful with nothing but a little Tapatío drizzled on top. But on the rare occasion I take my shame eating to the couch, nothing pairs better with my secret shame show (SECRET’S OUT: Gilmore Girls, always rented from Video Isle) than taking down an entire box of mac ‘n’ cheese—the first half eaten politely, from a bowl, the remaining half spooned savagely, straight out of the pot.
Of course, homemade is usually best. I’ve constructed many of Martha Stewart’s Gruyère, white cheddar, and pecorino affairs, crowned with hand-cut croutons, and an ultra creamy stove-top mac with Petit Basque and roasted garlic appeared on my Thanksgiving table. But like every child of the ’80s, I was raised on the Blue Box. My mother was a health-food hypocrite…