There was a time when I used to eat Kraft mac ’n’ cheese like it was my life’s blood. It was comfort after a hard week, rough project, or rainy day. But I’d always be embarrassed to go to the store and buy JUST the blue box, so I’d pick up the staples, too — milk, a random jar of seasoning or condiment or something like that, and always at least one vegetable or fruit to show the world I wasn’t at the store to just buy macaroni and cheese.

Oh, humanity.