Grilled Cheeses: Blatant Propaganda…or maybe I mean Procrastination
It has recently come to my attention that grilled cheese sandwiches are a rather appealing metaphor for writing a dissertation: It only has three ingredients (bread, butter, and cheese=3 turns in the overarching framework/argument) and three tools at the most (skillet, spatula, and stove=three major interventions). Plus, grilled cheeses must be simple because the more fancy and convoluted they get, the more they become something else. Grilled cheeses should only take a short amount of time to both prepare and eat. Grilled cheeses always have the chance of getting severely burned and quickly inedible for those of us who wonder away from the stove while cooking. Grilled cheeses always require a good two or three flips before they really grill correctly. Grilled cheeses can be made in the fanciest of condos or on the most questionable of Bunsen Burners while camping. Grilled cheeses smell good one moment and like ass the next moment. Grilled cheeses grease up anything you touch while eating them. And most importantly, grilled cheeses go well with budweiser or wine or whisky.
I used to make them with an iron, red hot. Wrap your pre-grilled sandwich in tin foil, stick a hot iron on top, flip and do the same to the other side, for we desire balance. Maybe a minute for each? Can’t remember. Can’t even remember why I used an iron, either. But it worked very nicely.