Grilled Cheese Master

Guys, I think I'm the Grilled Cheese Master. You probably didn't know there was such a thing; I didn't either. But I think I'm it.

Maybe you've heard me boast a time or two about my grilled cheese making ability. There's no denying that I have the skills to produce a perfectly golden brown sandwich. It may be the only thing I can cook, but who's keeping track?

Maybe I made a delicious ham and grilled cheese (aka "hot, ham & cheese" if you ever bought hot lunch at my elementary school. Or is it called that other places too?) on Monday for lunch while working from home.

Maybe I bragged about its perfection in my FB status update.

And maybe since that time two childhood friends have commented on that status with tales of me, as a child, teaching them the art of the grilled cheese.

Sarah: "You've had a lot of practice...I remember making grilled cheese with you when we were, like, 10. Unfortunately, I still always burn mine. :)"

Kelly: "Ha! You taught me to make grilled cheese when we were little people."

I have no recollection of this ever happening. But who is to argue with two witnesses? Certainly not me. And I think the teaching part is what has pushed me beyond just being good at it to being The Master. I don't hide my talent(s).

So, it looks like I have something else to add to my resume: tetris, beaching and now grilled cheese making. And I'm also considering adding it to my email signature: Media Planner, Science Whiz & Grilled Cheese Master.