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Mac and cheese with garlic bread

🔹for 4 servings

🔹Ingredients:

1.5 cups milk

2.5 cups of heavy cream

1 lb elbow macaroni(455 g), dry

2 cups shredded cheddar cheese(200 g)

1 cup of butter

Garlic powder

(Parmesan cheese if you want)

🔹Method:

Preheat oven at 170°C

Place milk and cream in a pot and bring to a boil, add a pinch of salt in it.

Throw pasta in and stir constantly until pasta is done (about 10 minutes)

When the pasta is done add cheddar , butter and stir until it's smooth and thick

Place your mix in a pan and cover with bread crumbs and a bit of more butter in spots (and more cheddar If you want but unde the bread crumbs)

Get bread slices, cover with butter and a bit of garlic powder on top, cook it with your Mac and cheese. Before you remove them from the oven add some cheddar on top of your garlic bread. To melt.

Serve your food. If you want you can add some chopped chives and parsley on top. On both dishes.

Happy fattening meal!

🆘Heavy fattening ideas:🆘

Replace milk with heavy cream.

Sauté bacon, lots of bacon and pour the bacon and the bacon's fat in your pot while you mix the cheddar in.

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Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario #14

This is kinda inspired by the foreman at the farm. This is fictionalized.

I'd make a wish that the foreman would be constantly eating throughout the day. From the time that he arrives at the farm to the time he goes home, he always has some kind of snack or food in his hands. He'll never be caught without food in his hands.

He'd show up to work every morning with a thermos of coffee and a thick breakfast sandwich he brought from home: a bagel with sausage, egg and cheese on it. While the boss was going over the day's agenda, he'd slowly eat his way through that sandwich, taking occasional sips of coffee to wash it down with.

We coworkers would take turns each week to buy donuts for everybody. And after the morning meeting, I'd catch the foreman grabbing one or two of them on his way out to start up the tractor. While we are in the fields, I occasionally look back and see him sitting on the tractor, eating his donut and sipping his coffee. When he finished the donut, he has his lunchbox handy by on the tractor with him, so he can reach behind him and take out one of the snacks he brought from home. It might be a chocolate chip cookie, or a few Oreos, a swiss roll, nutty buddy, granola bar, etc. And each time he finished one snack, he'd reach in again and take out another and just munch on that. And then another one. And another one. Then when he's done in that field, he'd drive back over to the main building and grab another donut or two. I would come back to the office a little later and find him just finishing up his fourth or fifth donut for the day.

Lunch break would roll around then. He brought a lunch from home, just a turkey & cheese sandwich and some potato chips. But he would also drive off in his pickup into town where he'd stop by the local fast-food joint and grab a burger, fries and a large chocolate milkshake and bring that back to the farm and eat it all at the staff table. He'd work steadily on that feast, with no sign of slowing down. Just a constant rhythm of chewing.

When he gets up from the table, he goes and grabs his lunchbox again and heads to the greenhouse. While he was in town, he restocked his snack supply, so that lunchbox is packed full again of all sorts of sweet and savory treats. While he's laying dripline in the greenhouse, he's taking bites out of a Snickers bar. He has his lunchbox fastened to his belt loop with a carabiner and some rope. So as soon as he finishes that Snickers bar, he immediately reaches into the box and pulls out another snack. This time it's a party-sized bag of peanut butter M&M's. He leaves the lunchbox open and sets the whole bag in it, and as he's going along, he reaches into the bag to pull out a handful of M&M's to pour down his gullet.

By the end of the day, his snack stash is all gone. So before he leaves for the day, he takes whatever left of the donuts and gets into his pickup. I can see him driving down the road with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping a donut. His mouth is smeared with sugary glaze.

So, this goes on for a few weeks. As weeks turn into months, the effect all this grazing is having on his waistline is evident. What was once a small starter gut has now grown to a respectable ball gut. His stomach, moobs, and love handles all bulge out under his t-shirt, making it look uncomfortably tight. His jeans look like they were painted on now. His thighs have filled out more and now look like stuffed sausages encased in denim. But he still lumbers around, still is always found with something in his hands to munch on.