Grilled Cheese Madonna
I just figured out how to make grilled cheese sandwhiches on my
George Forman grill. I gotta tell you that I love that thing -
about my half my meals in 2005 were cooked courtesy of that
former boxer's genius, which means if not for him I'd be only
half the man I am now. Or at least I'd be a considerably slimmer
I'm not going to give you the recipe for grilled cheese
sandwhiches a la George Forman, by the way. It's really just
exactly how you make them normally, except you press them
between the two hot plates (oh wait. That is the recipe).
It reminds me of a fast food they used to have in Greece called
'Canadian Toast', which was just a sandwhich with various things
in it grilled between two hot plates and scrunched together.
Back in those days the Greeks really hated America (not
Americans, so much - just the country) and so as a signal to
English speakers whose business they wanted they would call
everything 'Canadian' or to a lesser extent 'British'. I
remember that I used to get pizza occasionally at 'Canadian
Pizza' since Canada, we all know, is renowned for their pizza.
I don't know how the Greeks currently feel about America or
Americans since I haven't visited in quite a long time. Seeing
as how the whole world hates us these days, it's a pretty safe
bet that they probably do, also.
Now that I've been making all of these grilled cheese
sandwhiches (Only one today, because I ran out of cheese) I've
decided to look carefully at each one I make, in case one
happens to have an image of the Virgin Mary burned into it. I'm
constantly reading how somebody has sold a piece of toast over
the internet with her on it and I figure that sooner or later
one of the Grilled Cheeses I'm making just by chance will have
to look like her. Then I'll just put it up for sale on the web
and making thousands.
Don't worry about why the Lord God Almighty would choose to
manifest his divine presence on a piece of bread. He does!
That's all you need to know about this. And when he chooses to
do so, it's a message of love, grace and forgiveness for all
I already found one of my grilled cheeses that looked like
Michaelangelo's creation scene on the ceiling of the Sistine
Chapel. But I ate it, because, Man, I was hungry. That one
probably wasn't worth a lot because it's the Virgin Mary that's
so special to people and that's the one I'll save.
Oh, who am I kidding? I'll probably just eat the Virgin Mary,