Kraft Its The Wormiest!

 Ok, this story is so revolting, and it is absolutely not the kind of thing that you want to hear first thing fresh off a night where you may or may not have drank large  amounts of delicious vodka...I am relaying this as a cautionary tale, not because I like the taste of vomit in my mouth.

We all have our hangover comfort food, mine is cheddar cheese and top ramen. This combo has been helping me cope with over-consumption since I was too young to be drinking in the first place. My sister however prefers Kraft Macaroni and cheese.

This is a weird thing to me, I do not like Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. It is far too complex of a recipe for me.  I boil the noodles and then go to add the cheese only to realize that I am either out of milk or butter and you need BOTH. Then I am left to figure out if coffee creamer or vegetable oil will work instead, and yeah it doesn't.

Yesterday, my sister was minding her own business using all of her culinary skills to execute a perfect bowl of Kraft Macaroni N Cheese, when the unthinkable happened. She was eating bite after bite and had made it through half of the batch (as so many hang-over people all over the world do on Saturday and Sunday mornings) when she noticed a funny taste in her comfort food. She looked intently in the bowl on her fork only to notice... a frickety fucking worm.

I don't know what she is doing now. But if it was me I would still be in the shower singing the crying game...

Sick.