We all have comfort foods, don't we? They are the yummies that we gravitate towards when we are feeling puny or the weather is cold. Nursery food, they call it in Great Britain.
I don't think you can do much better in the comfort food department than grilled cheese. Humble you might say. Sublime I say.
Yesterday was a frustrating day. You know, one of those times when you have to do five things to get one thing accomplished. While I was preparing dinner, I had a very important phone call come in, the cordless phone went missing. Then I cut myself chopping vegetables. All rightie then, bring on the grilled cheese.
No expensive Brie, Gouda, or Chevre need aplly for this job. Nope. Just your basic individually-wrapped American cheese singles and some good quality whole grain bread. Just the right amount of browning on each side in the skillet. Too little...the sandwich is too soft. Too much and it is burned. Other than the weighty timing issue, the grilled cheese sandwich couldn't be more simple.
I served my grilled cheese last night with homemade soup and orange slices. Yikes, was that first bite of crunchy toasted bread and molten cheese the essence of perfectly balanced flavor and texture or what. And comforting? Boy howdy.
My grandmother, Helen, used to suggest that a "nice cup of tea" would make everything better. I'm sure she was right, but last night, it was all about a nice grilled cheese sandwich.