Boston Market Macaroni and Cheese – forget the stuff in the blue box, take a few more minutes, and serve up a tasty home made macaroni and cheese

The recipe Boston Market Macaroni and Cheese – forget the stuff in the blue box, take a few more minutes, and serve up a delicious home made macaroni and cheese can be made in roughly 35 minutes. For 22 cents per serving, you get a side dish that serves 8. One portion of this dish contains around 6g of protein, 8g of fat, and a total of 208 calories. It is a very reasonably priced recipe for fans of American food. 2476 people were glad they tried this recipe. Head to the store and pick up macaroni, dry mustard, flour, and a few other things to make it today. It is brought to you by Copy Kat. With a spoonacular score of 33%, this dish is rather bad. Try Macaroni and Cheese – home made macaroni and cheese is a comfort food that is hard to beat. You can put away the pre packaged macaroni and cheese at the store, Simon and Seafort Blue Cheese Dressing – Blue cheese dressing doesn’t need to be purchased in the store, you can make this at home, in your own kitchen, and it tastes better home made, and Not-from-a-Box Macaroni and Cheese for similar recipes.

Servings: 8

Preparation duration: 15 minutes

Cooking duration: 20 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1/4 cup butter

1/4 teaspoon dry mustard

1/4 cup flour

8 ounces dry macaroni

2 cups Milk

1 tablespoon minced onion

dash of pepper

1 teaspoon salt

Equipment:

sauce pan

casserole dish

Cooking instruction summary:

Cook pasta according to instructions, drain and set aside. To make cheese sauce, melt butter in a saucepan add onion flour. Allow this to thicken, and when thickened slowly add the milk. When all milk is added, you may add the cheese. For this Velveeta, is really the best, but you can use another brand. Add salt, pepper, and dry mustard. When sauce has thickened, add pasta. Lightly butter a casserole dish, and add pasta mixture to casserole dish. Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.

 

Step by step:


1. Cook pasta according to instructions, drain and set aside. To make cheese sauce, melt butter in a saucepan add onion flour. Allow this to thicken, and when thickened slowly add the milk. When all milk is added, you may add the cheese. For this Velveeta, is really the best, but you can use another brand.

2. Add salt, pepper, and dry mustard. When sauce has thickened, add pasta. Lightly butter a casserole dish, and add pasta mixture to casserole dish.

3. Bake at 400 degrees for 20 minutes.


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