I've had people tell me how to do it.
I've had people (including Hubby) show me how to do it.
Granted, I haven't tried it in years, but the last time I did, it looked like this:
Do you see why I sort of gave up trying? The poor sandwich looks like it's been violated ten different ways.
On the wish list to the Moms/Grandmas/Relatives this past holiday season, I asked for a sandwich maker so I could make proper grilled cheese sandwiches for my poor, deprived children who have been going through life without proper grilled cheese sandwiches. Think of the children!
Shortly after I sent the wish list out, I got a call from my SIL, saying that I could have her sandwich maker because she never uses it. Awesome!
A couple of days later, Bio-Mom called me. In the course of our discussion (because our discussions last a good long while and span any number of a variety of topics), it came about that I just wasn't using the proper "tools" to make grilled cheese sandwiches.
"I'm not?"Long ago and far away, she said, when she and Grandpa Choo-Choo were newly married and just starting out, they didn't have a lot. They did, however, have an iron. That's when Bio-Mom learned you could make grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron. There's just a few things you have to remember though when iron-grilling cheese sandwiches:
"Well, then... what do I need to make a grilled cheese sandwich?"
I may have to have her come over and show me how to do it. Just for the laughs... and the look on my kids' (and Hubby's!) faces! I started thinking, if this works, I'll have to get another iron... or start pressing the clothes with the flat sides of our waffle maker.
After telling me all of this, however, Bio-Mom gave me a "stove top griddle" for Christmas. She also gave Punkin a kids'cookbook with one of the recipes marked -- you guessed it. It's a recipe for grilled cheese sandwiches. (iddin that Bio-Mom a hoot?)
Tonight, when I got home, I was asked the standard question "What's for dinner?" I didn't have anything specific planned and when I asked them what they wanted, the kids said soup. Armed with the ingredients necessary, as well as my new stove top griddle pan, I was feeling adventurous, and under Saint Shelley's tutelage, I was feeling brave enough to try making grilled cheese sandwiches.
The fancy new pan
The cookbook (just in case)
Not bad so far
Looks pretty good
Ready to serve
The empty plate! They even requested "seconds!"
So yeah, in the spirit of "setting resolutions," 2007 is the year I master the art of making grilled cheese sandwiches.