From the clearance rack of Durham’s Finest Supermarket, may I present,
Panburger Partner: Chili Macaroni, which I am just itching to prepare and bring to a potluck — mostly for the purpose of putting an end to all potlucks, which are the worst.*
Except, possibly, for meal trains. If you’re well enough to eat, you’re well enough to fix yourself a meal. Stop whining and make yourself a sandwich, or have an apple or something.
(Ok, I’ll stop channeling my mother now, bastion of sense that she be.)