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The unmelted cheese of the grilled cheese

Thursdays are my long days at school. I teach (yes, they let someone like me teach) two 3 hour classes back to back and am always starving come the end of the 2nd class. Today I make the long trip home listening to the rumble in my tummy and feeling the ache in my feet because I wore heels and stood most of the time today. Won't ever do that again, no matter how good they look. (laughing hysterically, ok I lied) I make it home without hitting a deer, getting honked at, or even getting passed by an impatient driver. (Not that those three things happen to me all the time, but it sounded good as I wrote it thinking that all my drives are that treacherous.)

I remember that I have some munster cheese in the fridge and I instantly think grilled cheese. Kadence is in bed, Jakob is sitting at the table eating cookie crisp cereal and Krischan is with Rick delivering bikes. All is calm and quiet for me to make my sandwich. It grills up beautifully, a nice golden brown, and so yummy looking. I pick it up take a big bite and there is no melted cheese, no gooey stringy goodness being pulled from in between the bread, I feel like the world is going to end. Such disappointment, the cheese was hard and cold...just like the cold cut it started as.

I stand there with one hand on my hip, the other hand on the counter fingers drumming the surface impatiently, almost expecting the cheese to instantly melt once it sees how mad I am at it. I turn my head to look at the microwave, look back at the sandwich, then back at the microwave again. What the hell, in it goes, 10 seconds. I will show you stupid sandwich

Ahh, ooey, gooey melted cheese, how wonderful and warm. The almost perfect sandwich.

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