Before my mother went off the deep end, she made fantastic mac'n'cheese, along with a lot of wonderful things from donuts to popcorn balls. I remember little about it now because her downhill slide began sometime after 1957 when I was eleven. Anyway, all I remember is her baking it in a large casserole dish and it came out of the oven with a nice brown crust on top, and it was not a runny mac'n'cheese but a rather firmly packed one. By 1960 or so, her days of wonderful baking and cooking were pretty much over except for family events where she pulled herself together to prove she wasn't a mess.