Do not stop, or it will stick to the bottom of the pan. Once all the milk is mixed in and roux is hot, add in the sour cream. Add milk to roux very slowly, whisking constantly (I utilized my husband’s help for this step). Add enough flour mix to make a roux, whisking constantly.
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Next thing I know, all the forks at the table are going full force, and then another scoop taken out of the pan, and another, and another! Yay! This really WAS the world’s best mac and cheese! (And, I received the comment from my husband that even though it was great that night, it was even BETTER the next day…he loves me so much)! Ok, so far so good, no disgusting looks, no polite spitting into his napkin, or worse, spewing across the table. I watched carefully as my son, the star of the night’s festivities, took a forkful and placed it in his mouth, chewing. As each of the members of my family (who were there) scooped into this masterpiece, I sat quietly in my chair, trembling with the thought that it would be the nastiest thing they had ever placed on their palates. I swear the heavens opened and angels sang as I placed my 9 x 13 pan with the bubbly, gooey, steaming concoction on the table. But alas, my mac and cheese was now constructed and in the oven.Īt the dinner table, I presented my mac and cheese as if it were the Mona Lisa, or even the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. My kitchen now appeared as if a tornado, freight train, or perhaps a Mount St.
I was throwing bowls, pans, utensils into the sink, all while barking orders at my poor husband, who was more than happy to comply (I think it was out of fear). Stirring, cooking, whisking, adding, mixing wildly as if I had six arms. All my ingredients were now ready to be added to the mix at precisely the right time. My prep station looked like a very, very messy Rachel Ray show with everything premeasured, measuring cups, bowls, graters, every tool in the kitchen strewn throughout the kitchen. I forgot soda! I wasn’t going to get soda, but hey, it was a great idea to send him and his fiancé to the store and give me 15 more minutes to think this through. I needed an escape clause, so I could get my head together. I saw my son’s handsome smiling face, and totally lost my confidence.