I had a difficult time sleeping. Yes, another freaking house-related dream. No need to get too specific but Brother accidentally dragged Father to his death under a pickup truck. I woke myself and said, "Why the hell I am having this dream?" Kitty was non-plussed. So was I, really; Father's been dead for years now.
Anyway, I made grilled cheese; I hadn't had grilled cheese in years. I'd been weaving in and out of a craving for grilled cheese since Neighbor had mentioned making it for his wife. I finally did it. This was the first use of the gas range at the apt. The first one was not so successful so for the second I grilled the pieces of bread before adding the cheese and that worked out well. I have a sandwich maker. Ok, two. One is in storage. The one at the apt needs cleaning so I used the small frying pan instead.
The grilled cheese was more satisfying than anything else I've eaten since I moved in. I don't know why. Maybe it's memories of grilled cheese growing up. Or memories of grilled cheese on the Buck Roger's 80's TV show. Or all of the above. Anyway, here's to an insanely simple bit of 'home cookin'.
2 comments:
Where is mine?
Come to my window and I will make more! Kitty thinks you are using block.
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