I am not even sure why I’m writing this down. This is dumb. The name is grilled cheese sandwich, it should be self-explanatory.
I call this a Toastie, but then I am writing for a wider audience and Toastie isn’t that self-explanatory.
I dedicate this article to my near and dear friend/sister Sukanya. She bought me a grill sandwich maker for my birthday. Also, yeah, my people get me kitchen equipment for my birthday because I ask for it. It’s better than receiving things I won’t use anyway.
I started this blog because all around me I saw grown, educated, working men as useless as a one-legged man at an arse kicking contest when it came to feeding themselves. I mean this seriously; I once saw a man who didn’t know you have to peel the cheese slice before making this sandwich. Apparently mummy always gave him peeled slices to eat. I’m surprised mummy taught him to wash his own arse. If you raise your kid to be that useless, you are not doing him/her any favours.
But yeah, if you’re here, you can learn, and you won’t be a man-baby anymore. So, in the spirit of growing up, let’s Go To The Kitchen.