My grandson likes grilled cheese sandwiches. More importantly, he likes it when we (Grandpa or I) make them.
I used to call them “toasted cheese.” Actually, I think that they are. After all, they aren’t made on a grill, they are made in a large pan, or perhaps (if you have one), a griddle. (What a mess if it were really cooked on a grill–right?).
A favorite way to eat them is to dip them into that creamy tomato soup, produced by Campbells. If you mix it with milk (the condensed soup), you can dip that corner of the sandwich in and the blend of the flavors really melt into your mouth, especially on a cold winter’s day. Or on any day when you want to feel the warm, toasty flavor, and call it love.
Anyway, my grandson enjoys cutting our lawn. Around and around the lawn he goes, and when he is done, he comes in and sits. “Would you like some ice cream?” his grandfather asks. “No, thank you,” he replies. “What can we get for you?” “How about a grilled cheese sandwich?” he says. Really? “One or two?” “Oh, I’ll start with one.” A few minutes later, “Actually, I think I will have two!”
It’s amazing how a grilled cheese sandwich can warm not only our tastebuds, but also our hearts.
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