So, my girls asked if they could have grilled cheese yesterday for lunch. Being the generous, selfless dad I am, I said, "Sure, but let me make mine first." So, I set about my masterpiece.
Oh, what a masterpiece it was!
Two slices of Arnold's Oat Nut bread (100% whole grain no less) buttered with Country Crock Churn Style encasing a melty mound consisting of a slice of American cheese, a generous layer of shredded mozzarella, an equally generous layer of shredded Mexican blend (four cheeses), and another slice of American for good measure, grilled to a golden brown on each side with a ooey-gooey center.
Good golly, it was cheeserific. (That's a blend of "cheese" and "terrific" for those of you wondering...)
I kept getting dirty looks from the girls. I have a weird feeling those garden variety grilled cheeses won't cut it anymore...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Grilled Goodness
Posted by Steven Latham at 3:25 PM
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I've never been able to say (or read, I just found out) "oatnut" with a straight face.
You're a better man than I, it seems, oatnut.
You must command your mind, young Jedi...
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears.
Check out that spaceship!
What does zoology have to do with my instep, anyway?
Who hid the butter?
My left nostril is awesome.
Tater tot nation vs. the hippopotamus. Coming soon to something.
I envy your domestic skills. Chad still doesn't allow, YES I said ALLOW, me to make his holy grilled cheese. Something tells me that he would eat yours....
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