OK I’ll admit this isn’t really a difficult recipe.  It can barely be called even that.  But there’s little else that’s this simple that makes you feel so good.  It’s got everything going for it.  Bread, cheese, butter, and toasty goodness.  How can you go wrong?

For me, every time I make a grilled cheese sandwich I think of my grandfather.  That’s an odd statement I’m sure.  A little explanation is in order.  My grandparents were both fantastic people, more so than the usual “gee I love grandma” kind of thing.  They never made a lot of money, in fact that never made very much at all.  They did however, do an awful lot to help people; volunteered like it was a contact sport, and were the kind of people who you can only hope to live up to a fraction of the example they set. Continue reading →