grilled cheese
By Astrid Wasteneys
This is not a family recipe. It’s not the grilled cheese I grew up eating. In fact, before this assignment, it was hardly a recipe at all. I learned to make this grilled cheese when I was 12, and have been making ever since.
I've always been independent. I rarely had any problem managing my needs or providing for myself. I didn't need anyone for anything. Anything but food. Cooking has always been hard for me, and over the years I've come to learn something just doesn't click. Every meal was and is hard, to plan, to organize, to make. Every meal except grilled cheese. For some reason, I never struggled when it came to this sandwich.
I remember the first time I made one alone, I had no idea what I was doing, all I knew was that I was hungry. Perhaps learning all alone is to blame for the unconventional way I go about making grilled cheese, maybe it would have ended up that way no matter what. I don’t think I'll ever really know.
At first I just stood in the kitchen, waiting. Hoping that, if I waited long enough, some would come by, someone would help. No one did, but that was normal, looking back I don't know why I expected anything different.
When I realized I was on my own I started slow, putting two slices of bread in the toaster, then heading to the fridge in search of cheese. Once my bread was toasted I placed the newly cut pieces of cheese over top of it. It then went into the oven. I'm not sure how long it was in there for, only that I waited eagerly the entire time. When I decided it was done I took it to the dining room and ate alone.
It has now become a habit. When I'm hungry I can always count on a grilled cheese to act as a quick fix. I can always count on a grilled cheese for a smile.
I've always been independent. I rarely had any problem managing my needs or providing for myself. I didn't need anyone for anything. Anything but food. Cooking has always been hard for me, and over the years I've come to learn something just doesn't click. Every meal was and is hard, to plan, to organize, to make. Every meal except grilled cheese. For some reason, I never struggled when it came to this sandwich.
I remember the first time I made one alone, I had no idea what I was doing, all I knew was that I was hungry. Perhaps learning all alone is to blame for the unconventional way I go about making grilled cheese, maybe it would have ended up that way no matter what. I don’t think I'll ever really know.
At first I just stood in the kitchen, waiting. Hoping that, if I waited long enough, some would come by, someone would help. No one did, but that was normal, looking back I don't know why I expected anything different.
When I realized I was on my own I started slow, putting two slices of bread in the toaster, then heading to the fridge in search of cheese. Once my bread was toasted I placed the newly cut pieces of cheese over top of it. It then went into the oven. I'm not sure how long it was in there for, only that I waited eagerly the entire time. When I decided it was done I took it to the dining room and ate alone.
It has now become a habit. When I'm hungry I can always count on a grilled cheese to act as a quick fix. I can always count on a grilled cheese for a smile.
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Ingredients:
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Recipe:
Serves one Step one Preheat oven to 300° f. Step two Place two slices of bread into a toaster. Toast until bread has turned light brown. Step three Cover one of the two slices in a thick layer of cheese. Step four Place the remaining slice of toast atop the one previously covered in cheese. Then place the sandwich on a baking sheet. Step five Put the baking sheet in the oven and cook for 15 to 20 minutes or untill cheese has fully melted. Step six Serve and enjoy! |