Cheesing My Grilled Toast

I woke up this morning with all intentions of making some french toast with a glass of chocolate milk because well, it's all I've been talking about with a friend of mine. But as fate would have it, I did not. Instead I was asked by my studious big sister (and who am I to say no to that just-woken up face?) to make some grilled cheese, since she of course is concerned about her unhealthy diet. French toast? Unhealthy? Psh. I believe not.

 So I made toast. Slathered with butter. With a heavy sprinkling of cheese. Grilled in more butter. Who says I can't make a healthy dish unhealthy? Since it was my first ever time to actually make grilled cheese, I was a tad nervous as to how it tasted. But how can anything with that much butter taste bad?

So I served it. And boy was that sandwich good. Sadly, I have no pictures because the camera has traipsed off on another business trip but instead, if you absolutely love anything grilled cheese related I suggest this blog, Grilled Cheese Social. Never was a blog created that showed more love for the various grilled cheese sandwiches in the world than this one. I found it just yesterday. Who knew I'd be making grilled cheese the next day? Clever, clever Man Upstairs.

Truly Yours,

Connie Grace