He was about 10 and home alone for the first time. Of course, despite orders not to, he cooked for himself. My mom said she got home and he ran over to her, saying he figured out the secret trick to the best grilled cheese in the world. (A mighty tall claim for a 10-year-old!) My mom, who was more than a little intrigued, smiled and asked What? Grinning like the Cheshire cat, my brother exclaimed You have to slap the cheese back and forth between your hands first before you make it!
(And now I should mention, my brother was a football – that is, American football – player from just about the time he could walk. He had just gotten home from practice and was home alone for about an hour when he got hungry and decided to do something about it.)
My mom looked down at my brother’s hands, which were black as soot from practice. She nearly jumped out of her skin. But my brother didn’t stop beaming, he was so proud of himself; not only for making his first meal, but also for discovering a newfound trick to making it the best ever.
I love that story, and it’s for that reason that grilled cheese sandwiches (minus the dirt) have always held a special place in my heart.
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