It's Just a Grilled Cheese Sandwich
I remember what I had for lunch on December 7, 1997. I had a grilled cheese sandwich - the last meal before delivering my daughter Julie, the next day. (My last meal before Kaitlin was born was coconut shrimp but that's an entirely different story.) I remember what the last meal Joe cooked for us before he became too sick to stand that long. It was grilled cheese sandwiches. In our house he made all the grilled cheese sandwiches. We used to tell him he needed to open a grilled cheese restaurant because he made them better than anyone else did. Grilled cheese became our go-to dinner when nothing else sounded good. It was a family thing. Silly, maybe. Let's go 2,000 miles away to Ohio and Mark and Vicki are sitting around watching television and they both want something to munch on but nothing sounds good. They look at each other and in unison say "grilled cheese sandwiches". They took turns making them but that was their go to food also. Nothing s