mac and tango

Mac and cheese or rather lack of it there of is what this post is about. This week our culinary class culminated in the famous cheese unit. This unit is highlighted by the production of homemade mac and cheese using exotic foreign cheese previously sampled in the unit. Understandably, I was excited. This dish was perhaps the very thing I had been waiting for the entire year. Sitting through the dull health and safety unit was all starting to look like it was worth it. The day was quickly arriving and anticipation was growing in the class. We all wanted it the be Wednesday for that was mac and cheese day. All looked bright than the language department threw a wrench into the entire plan. Tango day normally haled as one of the best times in Spanish class a Newton student can have suddenly became the very thing that would destroy the best laid plans of mice and men. It was scheduled for the very day and time mac and cheese was set to cook off. Attendance was mandatory; the dream of culinary class mac and cheese for me at least popped like a balloon. Sure I learned to tango but what is that compared to the cheese tango that could have been. Jon V.