Macaroni and chives were my lunchtime jive, the good food that put a bit of dance back in my step.
Each macaroni in my bowl speaks to me of waterpark rides, of good times, fun times, of playing in the sun.
Macaroni dinners were comfort on a plate, simple home-cooking at its best, food that tasted of love.
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