I flew to Atlanta today.
After check-in at the hotel, I grabbed lunch at a nearby restaurant. It had an extensive menu, but suddenly, I knew what I had to have —
Grilled cheese
When the waiter came back to the table, I pulled out my negotiation skills to get the sandwich, which oddly was not on the menu. The nice man not only delivered a yummy grilled cheese — with fries — but gave it to me on the cheap.
Ya gotta love Southern hospitality.
Now, grilled cheese is my favorite sandwich, but I wondered why I had such a strong taste for it. I later discovered that today is…
It’s like I heard the call of the curd…without even being aware of it.
We have that kind of relationship, cheese and I.
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