I got the recipe (I know, like grilled cheese needs a recipe) from a Food and Wine magazine (because I am a yuppie.)
The cheddar I used is delicious when cold, but tasted like baby feet when melted. I was bummed, I had sliced the granny smith apples and caramelized the onions with great care. Cold, angry, anxious, Chicago Emily would have probably become enraged by her grilled cheese failure and the waste of money, calories, and human potential that it represented. San Francisco Emily just shrugged and ate a spoonful of peanut butter and went to bed.
Personal growth, I sees it.
By the way don't you all love me in pigtails?
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