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That would count most American cheese out then.

My nan was quite enlightened on that score. On special occasions we'd go round her's and be treated to her specially-prepared French cuisine. Still get quite misty-eyed when I recall my dear old nan's L'ARD.

Macaroni cheese never used to anything other than your nan gave you when you went round her's. Just like no self-respecting food outlet would demean itself by putting fish finger sarnie on its menu, no matter how ironically.