Guess what I had for dinner. Grill cheese sandwich!
I have been thinking about it all day. It started as a simple goal. I thought I would go home and slap together some bread and cheese and grill it up. But then when I learned that the neighborhood didn’t stock Velveeta — eye rolls, of course — I had to have Velveeta. If you’re going to have Velveeta, you need plain old white bread, the stuff the Brady kids ate. Slather up a load of butter on the outside of the bread, heat up the cast iron skillet, and grill. That’s easy.
I had no idea how difficult white bread is to find in my neighborhood, however. Really? Yes, really. (It is equally as difficult to find a picture of a basic white bread grilled cheese sandwich online, by the way.) I wanted an old school loaf that looked like it came from Mom’s pantry, not one of those 20-inch long super loafs. I settled for a well-known national brand, Pepperidge Farm. If that bread wasn’t grilling with Velveeta, it would be a disappointment. I’ll give it a trial run with peanut butter and jelly though (maybe later tonight) and give it a fair chance.
Ok, so you might not be impressed, but I am trying a new way to post to A Little Tour in Yellow. It makes me feel like I am making some progress toward my often-promised goal of reworking this blog.
- The American Cheese Sandwich (cherylbrandreth.com)