It's Gotta Be F.M.!

I am a firm believer in the healing power of Kraft Dinner…

Now before you go off on me, telling me that I sound like some bone-headed putz for claiming that Kraft Dinner (Or Kraft Cheese & Macaroni, as my friends in the U.S. call it) has the power to heal, say like Jesus, or medicine, or anything else like that, let me explain my statement with the following.

First off, K.D. isn’t going to heal anyone medically, if anything, it’ll probably do more to hinder than to heal, but the fact remains that to this day, Kraft Dinner is one of my favorite, and most trusted comfort foods of all time. Like most Canadian kids of my Generation, we grew up with a nice Kraft Dinner lunch on a Saturday while watching WWF Superstars of Wrestling on WUTV-Buffalo at 12, and then WWF Wrestling on CHCH-Hamilton at 1. The carbs in that Macaroni was enough to get my energy up to feel the power of Hulkamania (Even though he never wrestled on the program) for that 2 hour-slamfest!

That, of course was not the only time that I enjoyed a box of macaroni and cheese. In the Fortier household, growing up, Joel and myself (Joel being my younger brother, not to be confused with my cousin, Joel, who was literally born 4 days before my brother Joel, and yes. I am aware that it is weird that I have a cousin and a brother Joel born 4 days apart, and yes, I know my family doesn’t have much originality for names!) would eat more than our fair share of Kraft Dinner. Now while Joel used to put Italian Salad dressing on it, we still always had a smile on our faces whenever we had a bowl of that cheesy goodness!

Kraft Dinner, for me, has always had the ability to cheer me up, and put a smile on my face. Even to this day. At the ripe old age of 32, I always smile when I think of having a box of KD, and sharing it with my little precious Angel, Miss Chloe. Nowadays, it’s White Cheddar, instead of Original, but I love a good Saturday afternoon with a box of KD in my green bowl, sharing with just Chloe and I. It’s one of the highlights of my time with her. It’s a tradition that I hope never ends, because I love those little moments where her and I can share, and it’s only just her and I, and no one else. She gets KD other places, too. I know that. But when she’s at her mother’s, or at my parent’s place, I know that she gets her own bowl, and eats it herself, but when she’s with Daddy. It’s one bowl. One Spoon. And Two best friends, enjoying a tasty lunch together, and I would not trade that in for the world.

The Chloe-Daddy KD connection began reasonably early in Chloe’s already young life. When I was married to the former Mrs. Fortier, I would eat my KD in front of the TV while watching Chloe watch her TV or play with her toys. She was barely walking then, and she would crawl or hold herself up, walking to me, and looking at me with her cute eyes, and you could tell that she wanted what Daddy had in the bowl. Nathalie (My Ex) would call to me from the kitchen to not give her any, but of course, like a man, I was not to listen, and I would sneak a few bites to Chloe, who knew that this was something that Daddy and her shared. And that was one of the many ways that her and I bonded. Since then, Macaroni and Cheese has been a staple (She does eat good stuff too!) of the Chloe-Daddy meal-plan.

Saturdays may have changed, but at least some things don’t ever change.

But that’s just my opinion… What do I know???
F.M.