My well-documented obsession with macaroni and cheese began somewhere in the mid-1990’s when my mom (an avid home cook herself; who makes absolutely everything from scratch) decided to relinquish into my begging for the coveted blue box of cheesy noodles. I clearly remember shaking it up and down while imploring and the dry pasta was making the most annoying maraca-like sound you can fathom.. I grabbed another box off the shelf and had one on each hand and I was shaking them as to say “please” a little louder.