The Simple Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Well, here it is nearly 5 years since my last blog post. I would like to say that I have been working on an epic novel that is filled with adventure, romance, science fiction (that part would have been for our good friend Sarah Ball - who is an actual blogger, who knows what she's doing. So, you should all go check her out! Here's the link - http://virtuouswomanexposed.com/), ... where was I, oh yeah - a novel that would make even Clive Cussler jealous of the inspiration it gives the reader to attain their dreams!!!

But alas, no. I actually grew bored with trying to come up with something new to write every few days. Which is really weird, particularly because if you ask any one of my friends, they would have no issues informing you that I am not a person who is ever short for words, stories or just general chit chatting. That's why I love my job in radio, I'm literally paid to talk.

I don't plan to go into great detail on what has transpired over the last 5 years in this post, but over the course of the next year, I really feel I am to commit to posting at least once a week. As the year progresses, all 12 of you who may still be following me will get to hear of the craziness that has dominated my life, our life... the life of my family!

But today, today I want to talk about something highly controversial, a topic that will aim arrows right at the heart of people who are filled with hate. A topic of such importance that people need to stop what they are doing and read this right now.

The grilled cheese sandwich made with white bread and Kraft cheese slices. 

Yup, I said it. I make my grilled cheese sandwiches with unhealthy, processed/refined flour packed sandwich bread that will take 68 days off of my life for every moist, stick-to-the-roof-of-my-mouth slice that I use. I also use plastic cheese, but not the expensive Velveeta plastic cheese that all the rich people use so that they can lift their noses to us bottom feeders in the fake cheese tank of life. And, I don't even bother with the real cheese slices you can get at Costco either. Listen, I'm all for 600 slices of real cheese for $8, but in the end it just isn't the same. Real cheese is awesome, but when I want a grilled cheese sandwich, it's not at 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I have the time to remove the child proof wrapping, find the cheese knife in the bottomless, if-you-grab-something-the-wrong-way-you -may-lose-a-finger, utensil drawer - don't laugh, we've all got one.

Nope, when I want the grilled cheese sandwich, it's usually right before bed, once we've already cleaned up for the day. OK, OK, maybe it is at 4 o'clock in the afternoon sometimes... but that's besides the point now.

There is something so amazingly comforting about the deliciousness of the original grilled cheese sandwich. There's safety in it, it's something you know. It's something you grew up with. Maybe you're like me and you dipped it in Ketchup, maybe you had it with tomato soup. Or maybe, you're like my wife who likes it untainted, just pure creamy, melty toastiness. There's no issue here, because no matter who we are, we all love the grilled cheese sandwich, even if we all like it made a different way.

I would like to sound all spiritual and relate this post to something relevant to the changes that are happening in the world around us. Or how it's a representation of a scripture that will make us realize that we need to change our hearts in some way... but in the end, it's just a grilled cheese sandwich.

Or is it...