Macaroni and chives were my lunchtime jive, the good food that put a bit of dance back in my step.
It was as if the macaroni was grinning at my soul and my soul was grinning back.
Macaroni dinners were comfort on a plate, simple home-cooking at its best, food that tasted of love.
Your macaroni dinners are etched into my heart and fondest memories, true soul-food.
Wholewheat macaroni served by a wholewheat heart.
Each macaroni in my bowl speaks to me of waterpark rides, of good times, fun times, of playing in the sun.
Macaroni sat in the bowl as if it had blossomed there.
My mid-day dreams took rides in that macaroni, flying through the tubes on angel wings.