To my dearest Grilled Cheese,
I am thoroughly obsessed with your gooey-ness, with your saltiness, with your creaminess, and with your overall and complete deliciousness.
The two of us go way back. You used to be a simple dish made with white bread and American cheese. Simply grilled and heated up over the stove. Made at home by a parent. You were a lunchtime dish served with some carrot sticks. It was pure happiness.
Then together we graduated and grew up a little. You became a bit more sophisticated with whole wheat bread and new kinds of cheeses. Fontina was a big hit. You were stuffed with bacon or tomato. Dipped in ketchup. Even when we thought we needed a break from each other, we would always end up together after a long night out. Around 3 or 4 in the morning, we would join up and rekindle our love in the wee hours.
Now we are back to a new level of sophistication. We get together once or twice a week. We’ll dabble in the traditional white bread and American cheese and go crazy with extra ingredients like pulled pork or peppers.
We’re in love.