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.
November 10th, 2008 at 11:12 am
The only good grilled cheese sandwich is one made with crappy ingredients. Nobody knows why this is true. It’s as close as mankind has discovered to true alchemy.
Damn it, now I want a grilled cheese sandwich.