While searching for a mundane household (vent covers, anyone?) object on the internet, I found a Grilled Cheese Sandwich maker. The kind you place directly on the stovetop. Old School, I thought to myself . . . and then realized that yes, it was old school. I had ownded one of these sandwich makers while in college and used it frequently. Hey, bread and cheese are relatively cheap. Travelling, while much more fun, was also MUCH more expensive! In my reminiscing, I posted a link to the newer version of my old sandwich maker to facebook. What can I say, I like to share!
Simple enough, right?
Not entirely. A really good friend of mine/fellow Resident Assistant/general good neighbor saw the post and complained she'd never been the recipient of a nice ooey gooey grilled cheese sandwich from my magical maker. Oops. I guess my memory had holes in it . . . swiss cheese memory? Nahh. I went to a nice assortment of colleges and universities in my five years of degree seeking-ness. Wild child much? Well, by the time I'd met my downstairs neighbor, I had already been through two schools . . . and a sandwich maker. I felt really bad for NeighborGal (she's gonna love that name!). We shared MANY meals, but I don't think we ever shared a grilled cheese miracle. HOW COULD THIS BE?! I had to remedy the situation, but how? NeighborGal had uprooted herself 2000 miles away post-grad. Could I send her a grilled cheese maker? It would be a nice gift, I would even spring for the electric, updated version that I currently have in my kitchen. But it just wasn't right. Something was still amiss.
GOT IT. I'm sending her a grilled cheese sandwich!
