Yes, this blog post does include an exclamation point in the
title. Because how often do we have
grilled-cheese sandwiches for dinner?
Never, that’s how often. Or, I
suppose, now we’re up to never+1.
Today was somewhat of a rough day at work for us both – lots
of (metaphorical) fires to fight for me, lots of deadlines piling up for
LeeLee. I’d fully intended to put on
dinner in the Crock-Pot this morning before leaving for work, but this week is
my first week back to exercising post-marathon and I confess I’m a bit rusty on
my time-management skills as a result.
So the Crock-Pot remained dormant and we remained … dinnerless.
Until I remembered that we had all the fixins for
grilled-cheese sandwiches – complete with tomato slices, a requirement to
really send them over the top.
There’s just nothing more comforting than one of these sandwiches
– just smelling it cooking in the pan put my mind at ease and helped my neck
muscles unfurl a bit. And knowing they
were being cooked using my father’s techniques really sent them over the top.
Get yourself some slices of wheat bread and slather each
slice with mayo (Duke’s if you have it – we did, and we slathered). Then add two slices of cheddar cheese, one on
each piece of bread. Next, slice up a
tomato and add several rings to the middle of the sandwich, and then close it
on up. Butter one side and place it,
butter-side down, in the waiting pan, and set the heat to medium-low. Go ahead and butter the remaining slice while
you have a minute.
When one side of the sandwich is nicely golden-brown, flip ’er
on over and let the other side have its day in the spotlight. Then throw it on a plate, add some fruit
salad to the side, and call it dinner!
With that, we brought lunchtime to the suppertime table, and
I’m so glad we did. Sometimes, a “regular”
dinner can be such a hassle. Nothing
wrong with reaching into the lunchbox from time to time!
:)
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