Cheese Pleese!

As anyone who knows me can tell you, when it comes to wives, I truly won the jackpot. I will write in  future posts some possible theories about  why such a fantastic woman  would associate with the likes of me, but for now, I want to focus on one fabulous quality she possesses.

My wife makes a PERFECT Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

This might seem a  mundane matter to  you, but that is because (I assume) you have never had my wife's grilled cheese. Perfectly browned, buttery and crispy on the outside, and full of oohey goohey  cheesey goodness on the inside, she has perfected this comfort food staple.

When she adds  ham or bacon, I have to  lie down for awhile after consuming one.

The methods behind such perfection is, of course, impossible for we mere mortals to try to match, but for those of you who won't be able to  stop by for a sample, here are a few of her secrets that I have gleaned from peeking over her shoulder:

• Turn on the wrong burner first. My wife does this all the time, then says naughty words when she realizes she turned the wrong dial.

• Use thick, crusty bread. (Ironically, "Thick & Crusty" was my Dad's high school  nickname. He never explained  why.). My wife refuses  to touch the likes of Wonder Bread. 

• Butter the bread with an an inch of its' life. Even one small piece of unbuttered bread is a sacrifice to flavor, apparently.

...After this, her methods become more obscure. I know she puts the bread down one slice at a time, and she uses 2 slices of cheese, but the rest is still a mystery I'm trying to unravel.

I have posted the above tips in the hopes you, too may someday find your way to preparing the Perfect Grilled Cheese. I wish you luck, and if any of you have your own suggestions, post them in the comments section..

I just found out we're having Cheerios & milk for dinner tonight.