Chicken Soup (and grilled cheese) for the soul

Comfort food.
It means exactly what it says. Such a simple yet complex connection between what we eat and why.
Many a rainy day has been met with the warm cheesy embrace of a grilled cheese.
Simple to make and a universal “thank you” to your stomach. Yet it’s taken me up until this year to really master it.
Golden brown, over buttered to almost a chip like crunch, then peppered to add a little flavor.

Today I used this to distract me from the sadness of a childhood (and otherwise) hero passing away. My mom and dad would make me grilled cheese when they knew I could use a little coddling.
As all good food should be, a simple expression and extension of yourself. Me, I like to think I’m a cheesy grilled cheese on a tough day.
This ones for you Mr. Williams

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