JP is the sandwich maker in this relationship. It can’t be denied, the boy has a talent when it comes to assembling various items between two slices of bread. But with a craving for grilled cheese and pepperoni and with JP buried in his take-home Civil Procedure exam this weekend, I had to pick up the slack somehow.
Like any good couple, we compromised: With some verbal guidance on proportions, I buttered the bread, sliced the cheese, got out the mustard and the plates and heated the skillet. He swooped into the kitchen and quickly worked his assembly and grilling magic. The end product was delicious.
BUT – oh my goodness, I never know how much butter and cheese he puts in these things! I think we each had a tablespoon of butter on our sandwich, not to mention 2-3 ounces of cheese! It is no wonder that (a) I love these sandwiches so much and (b) I weigh what I do. I’m not sure I’ll be so quick to have these for dinner in the future.
Forget about the colby jack and the premium pepperoni, it turns out that the most important ingredient in these sandwiches was ignorance.
How did JP’s exams go?
Ah yes, anyone who cooks much, especially so-called “comfort food,” has learned that it is BUTTER – not margarine, not “I can’t believe it’s not…,” not Country Crock, and not olive oil – that makes it oh-so-comforting!
For savory dishes, and adequate substitute for butter is lard or bacon fat. P-Daddy (the husband) always cringes when I save the bacon drippings, until he sees me use them for grilled cheese.
ohhhhhh.
Biggie’s mom