Why bother with the box?

I made a nice, gooey, cheesy dinner for myself tonight:

That's a cheeseburger macaroni dish. I did not use a box mix. And now that I'm eating it like food is going out of style, I wonder why I ever bothered with box mixes. I have box mixes in the pantry, but I'm finding this version far superior.

It's just a quarter box of rotini, cooked up, mixed with 6 ounces of Velveeta and a handful of cheddar cheese shreds, a little more than one pound of ground beef cooked with some onions (mmmm, maybe half a small white one), some salt, pepper and garlic powder. Chuck in some milk, mush it around until the cheese goes all gooey-awesome sauce, then use mustard and bread and butter pickles chopped up for garnish. Mmm-mmm, good. And it took less time, overall, than the box stuff does. And it's better. In my opinion, which will, alongside $1.25 hard US currency, buy you a cup of coffee at McDonalds.

Perfect for one of those days.

Not that I've had one. Actually, this afternoon was pretty good. I took a nap and had a dream. A dream that both amused and empowered me, and now I'm thinking about how I can turn it into a book. Or possibly performance art. Yes, that statement makes sense, but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise.

I think I'll write it out, first, and then decide what to do with it. Oddly enough, I don't think it will take long -- the nature of the project is simple. Beautifully simple.

And it won't interfere with shawl knitting. I have no interest any longer in any project on my plate aside from that shawl. Don't ask me why; I tend to get in knitting moods like this.Oh, well. Maybe that means I'll actually have a finished shawl of my own one of these days.

Now I'm going back to my dinner and wine and then I'll dish up some chocolate something or other for dessert. I feel like celebrating. Good ideas don't just fall out of the sky like that every day!