Our Bicentennial, and Thoughts About Grilled Cheese

Welcome to the Fiftieth Post for the first time ever in the history of this website and these two, ahem four, people. I only realized that the paragraph I had planned turns out to be an anniversary of sorts... I don't know what to do to celebrate. For my grandparents' Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary someone hired a professional human karaoke person (who knew that they exist?), and I don't imagine I'll ever experience belting out popular sixties tunes with several different generations of people again. On that note, I don't think singing and dancing wildly to Ain't She Sweet would be an appropriate reaction to fifty instances of online writing, nor expounding publicly on the value placed on love and commitment by Noreen and Melville. (By accident, and only through the great gift of editing did I discover this, I had originally written exposing instead of expounding in that last sentence, that would have been an interesting family get together to say the least.)

I'll just write about what I originally intended...

I made grilled cheese today and pondered briefly on the fundamental ingredient missing in its title. I mean, the uninformed might be easily tricked into thinking grilled cheese was just cheese thrown on a grill for a little while to simmer, an understandable mistake. Only with the addition of two slices of bread does the product become one of the most delicious items known to man. Grilled cheese sandwich" or better yet "Cheese Between Two Slices of Bread and then Grilled" should now be the only means of describing this meal. I mean we don't ever call a pop tart toasted chocolate do we?

Do We...?

Matt