Some northern Minnesota Boondock town. While driving up to visit my brother in the hospital. The boys, so board on the road trip, spotted the Kraft building in the background. I was forced off the road for the love of macaroni and cheese. Who knew noodles would be kept behind a high security gate? Closest we could get was this gas station, where we bought cheese curls instead and vowed to never again eat mac and cheese.
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I love that K1 is celebrating Kraft with one shoe on and one shoe off. What the heck are you doing up so early posting stuff?
Sister Heidi
Munkay - would you like to write a Christmas pagaent for the boys to star in? You write and direct and I'll build you a stage. It would be a fun addition to the Christmas Bingo parlor I am creating.
Sister Heidi
:-)
Kraft, hail Satan! The anti-christ of cheesy- coagulated-noodle-concoctions! Thank god the boys didn’t venture further and get turned into the cheese dip from hell!
what the hell is so secret about pasta and cheezy powdered stuff? One of my brother's high school classmates is a Flavors Chemist for Kraft, ever on the search for an even cheezier flavored orange powder.
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