Which is exactly what I am doing now, blogging about a grilled cheese sandwich.
I am between books (mine) my semester is a week from over (two schools) and my summer stretches before me, so I will BLOG again because blogging is writing.
Last week I had a grilled cheese sandwich that took me back. Waaay back. The cheese was probably a Kraft single (so it’s really vegetable oil, food coloring, and some dessicated dairy product) the tomato slice was just that, and the bread? White bread, baby, cooked on a griddle.
I was in Gulfport, Mississippi, with my friend Neil White, and he took me to Triplett-Day drugstore’s LUNCHEONETTE.
Which could have been a still from the Twilight Zone episiode “Next Stop, Willoughby.” You know the one where the overworked guy takes a commuter train back to an idyllic childhood America? (No strife, no racism, no sexism, no economic downturn…).
Eating that grilled cheese sandwich, I could have been cross-legged in a sundress in front of our black and white Zenith teevee, watching “Dark Shadows” after school.
It was a damn good grilled cheese sandwich.