Grilled Cheese Challenge: ACCEPTED

I doesn’t photography so good.

Well, Sparky threw down the gauntlet yesterday, and I felt I had to respond. Sadly, I did encounter some limitations, as by the time I was done work last night, it was after 9PM, and most places were already closed. This severely limited my ability to collect the required ingredients, so I’m afraid you’ll have to take this as a representative example. I suppose if I had been clever enough to head out of my way on my commute home, I could have found everything I needed in Edmonton, but in my little town, the only thing open that late is the grocery department at Wally World, and they’re not exactly renowned for their high-quality contributions to civilization.

Nevertheless, this should give you a solid idea of my version of a Grilled Cheese. And I want to make another one already.

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It’s National Grilled Cheese Sammich Day!!

Yes folks, it’s that time of year again, it’s National Grilled Cheese Sammich day!

Never mind that it is also National Grilled Cheese sammich MONTH, I need an excuse to grill up one of these tasty treats like I need an excuse to breathe. This just gives me an extra official reason to gloat about it.

Now, there is a secret to making grilled cheese sammiches that I was happy to keep to my chubby self, but a certain Canadian dark-overlord decided to blab it all over the intertubes. This got the attention of regular commentor Mr Biggles, and the upshot of all this is that Mr Biggles demanded a post on said treasure. Who are we to deny him?

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Toilet bike, because suddenly everything stopped making sense…

Last night behind the scenes we here at Atomic Toasters had a little discussion about the sniffles.

It seems ‘ol Techie has been feeling a little under the weather, as are several other of our contributors. Super-Spouse and myself both woke up yesterday feeling a little worse for wear, and when she came home from work she stumbled in the door looking tinier than usual saying “Hrrrmmm… I’m sick”.

Uh oh, this woman never says she feels sick.

So being Mr dutiful awesome guy I volunteered to make her some grilled cheese sandwiches and my signature spicy tomato-bacon soup while she curled up on the couch under a blanket. My turn to take care of her…

…thus beginning what would become a series of trials and tribulations for the evening. Continue reading Toilet bike, because suddenly everything stopped making sense…