The last good meal I had was on Sunday. My sister, Katie, the cook of the family made shells and cheese, garlic toast--not burnt like it usually is when I make it--and some cranberry grape juice. She hasn't been cooking a lot lately, because she has been busy with marching band, and I have been doubting her abilities, but she proved that she hasn't lost her kitchen touch. I know that it is just glorified macaroni, but she adds something that just isn't there in fast food or sit-down restauranting.