The Orange Death

I'm about to make my first-ever batch of Kraft Dinner.
And I'm terrified.
I used to hate Kraft Dinner as a kid.
Because I was picky and whiny.
And verbal about it.
Things have changed.
I have matured.
I've learned to love broccoli.
I've had intercourse with many anonymous partners.
And so, I believe it is time to put food fears aside.
It just has the texture of plastic, is all.
But I am very hungry and my cupboards are very bare.
And food writes all of the rules for me.
My father makes kitchen cupboards, you know.