Cooked elbow noodles with too much butter, milk, parmesan, coarse salt, paprika & pepper. My father cooked it for himself a few times a week as a snack, the way some people would eat potato chips, and when he was full he would give the leftover portion to me; I have a bunch of siblings but he would always offer to me first. I'm not sure why, but it made me feel loved, like a bonding moment. It was a simple meal that no one else seemed interested in. I was very close with my father, but he passed away when he was still fairly young. He lived a bold and adventurous life, he was kind and charitable and treated everyone like they were important. He left behind a million memories but this one I hold close. I make this as a side dish for my daughter and I weekly; she never got to meet (either of) her grandfathers, so its my way of introducing him into her life. He also had a love of raw foods, so do I and that's pretty much all my daughter will eat!