Sometimes I wonder if I lived a sheltered childhood. Food-wise, anyway.
For example, I don't ever recall having a grilled cheese sandwich at home. Maybe one or two at a friend's house or in a restaurant, but never at home.
And it was always cookies and milk, not cookies in milk. And I remember macaroni and cheese but couldn't tell you if it was in a blue box.
And here, many years later, even after being a bachelor for so many years, I only recently learned the joy of dunking Chips Ahoy IN milk. Marilee showed me.
And while I didn't remember grilled cheese sandwiches all that much, now that I've learned how to make them, I'm the family grilled cheese sandwich maker.
Who woulda thunk?
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Bust out some ketchup and mustard on those grilled cheeses for another delightful surprise, no joke.
Delightful? I would have expected bitchin' or awesome. But delightful?
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