It's fall. The frost is on the pumpkin. I see the local Safeways have finally caught up with me, after five years, and are stocking white pumpkins, my favorite. Selling them for 8 bucks apiece! What is this? London? Anyway, the Chows told me this morning that I do not spend enough time with them and that I work too much. I told them, with great contrition, that I see the error of my ways and to demonstrate how sorry I really am, will fix their favorite lunch. Satisfied that I was set straight, they invited their best friend, Cliffie, for lunch and instructed me to begin preparing grilled cheese sandwiches, as they are quite hungry today, now that the frost is on the pumpkin.
I went to one of my favorite food porn sites, Slashfood, and found quite a dissertation on one of life's most simple but most hedonistic pleasures. Grilled cheese sandwiches: butterfat, fat fat, carbohydrates, salt. Does it get better? except for a nice big broken hunk of chocolate with nuts in it? and of course, an ice cold beer? I even like the summer soltice cheese sandwich, that made with thick slices of stone ground bread slathered with butter and pats of nice yellow cheese, cut in half, wrapped in wax paper and washed down with ice cold lemonade up on the trail. A tasty little brownie completes the round and gets you back to town with your well being high.
Today, I am going to tuck thin, thin slices of black forrest ham between the pieces of cheese, probably a swiss and a mild yellow, sandwich these between pieces of nice, sliced sourdough bread and grill them slowly til perfectly crisp but not, never, soggy with grease. I'll provide a little homemade french dressing on the side for dipping and some nice assorted greens and sliced red tomatoes to soak up more of the dressing. Although the Chows hate that sort of thing, reminding me that they are not, nor have even been, vegetarians.
Thus the grand tradition of expression here at Bellemaison is intact. Happy New Year to all.
The 'Kan EWA