Don’t panic if it looks as if there’s too much water, it all gets absorbed once the macaroni is cooked.
My microwave is 800 watts and it took the full 3 and a half minutes, but I gave it a good stir after 2 minutes. Place the mug onto a microwave safe plate to catch any water overflow and microwave for 3 to 3 and a half minutes. Measure the pasta in the aforementioned mug. The final portion is a good snack sized meal, so double and make in a better sized bowl if you are starving. Take the biggest mug in your cupboard, the bigger the better, as the water does tend to overflow. Make a start on this 5 minutes before your hunger kicks in, as this is fast food at its finest.
Fusilli and Cheese just doesn’t sound the same. I am sure you could use another pasta, but I am a traditionalist when it comes to Mac and Cheese. Just don’t expect the mug to make it’s own way into the dish washer.Īs you can see I keep a large jar of macaroni in the house at all times. If a 15 year old boy can make it, then anyone can. This is a great dish to get your younger offspring, or any other kitchen dodgers, cooking for themselves. Season and inhale, trying not to burn your mouth as you do so. The speedily cooked-in-it’s-own-mug macaroni is then mixed with plenty of grated cheese and a splash of milk to create your very own cup of stringy, creamy Mac and Cheese.
George has also been making this brilliant after school, pre or post rowing pasta dish for at least a year now, such is his voracious appetite for all things carb and cheese based. This super quick and delicious recipe requires a microwave and a large mug, which even a 19 year old first year uni student can master.
It’s a tasty recipe, quite literally, as it comes to me via the Tasty website, brilliant as it is with all it’s uptempo videos. So with this very much in the forefront of my mind and a catering strike on the horizon, today I am tempting you with this Mug Mac and Cheese recipe. I know Ben has been cooking for himself for a whole year at uni, but his cooking ability seems to disappear once he walks through our front door. It doesn’t seem to matter how much food I provide or what those ingredients *apart from vegetables* are, they get eaten. The boys roam in and out snaffling for food and the unsightly sandwich toaster has taken up permanent residence on the work surface. We’re only two weeks into the summer holidays and already I am bored with being asked the question ‘what’s for lunch?’ Our kitchen feels like a local cafe with an open all hours policy.