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why am i doomed to love macaroni and cheese even though it fucks with my constitution and feels so wrong when i'm not indulging in it? why must the noodles be so tender, the cheese so comforting, the spices so enlightening? i know it is terrible for me. i know it makes me sick and anxious, but no other food will do. i tried steak and felt guilty about profiting off of the death of a cow. i tried salad but could never be quite satiated. i tried tuna, but after a while the consistency began to feel like macaroni and cheese on crack. perhaps if i add ginger to the macaroni and take a pill to nix the after effects of the cheese...but i seem to be unable to afford the medicine and the super market is out of ginger. besides, the grocer scoffs, "why don't you just stop consuming macaroni and cheese? it is obviously detrimental to your being and adding things to it will only make it more addictive". perhaps starvation is the answer, but then death would ensue and i don't think i like that any better. perhaps if i remove the cheese and just eat the plain noodles...but then i'm violating the integrity of the dish, something as a patron of the culinary arts i refuse to do. what is this poor little lactose intolerant health freak to do when the one thing she desires is the one thing she shouldn't have and can only have with dire consequences?