Mixed meals.
Last night, I had a wild hair for a grilled cheese sandwich. Not just any grilled cheese sandwich, indeed, but one on cheap puffy white bread, with processed American cheese. A terrible grilled cheese sandwich, that’s what I wanted.
Off I went to the grocery store, to purchase pre-sliced processed cheese and soft white bread. (Some chocolate thumbprints fell into my basket. Don’t know how.)
Today, when I went to cook up the sandwiches for lunch, Nat expressed a desire for tomato soup to dip them in. I don’t keep canned tomato soup around, and I wasn’t changing out of my comfy weekend lounging-about pajamas to go get some. So, instead, I made a very simple tomato soup from chopped onions, good canned tomatoes (since fresh tomatoes are out of season), parsley, extra virgin olive oil, salt & pepper. Once it had simmered a bit, I whirred it all around in a blender and thinned it with water; we added cream tableside to taste.
The homemade, semi-rustic soup went surprisingly well with the oozy, buttery, overly-processed sandwiches. I’m not sure this is the equivalent of wearing an H&M dress with Prada shoes, but it amused me nonetheless.