I’m gonna be honest with you: there isn’t anything necessarily fancy about the ingredients in this grilled cheese (minus the brioche). This isn’t one of those grilled cheeses filled with expensive cheeses, spreads or meat like prosciutto or anything like that. This is more about the actual preparation.
Here’s why: The first time Josh and I made a grilled cheese together, I was shocked at how haphazard he was with the technique. The heat was too high, burning the bread! The cheese in the center wasn’t completely melted, and instead of butter, he used olive oil. THIS IS ALL WRONG!
Like all awesome things in life, grilled cheeses are ridiculously simple to make. And like all simple things, the details matter A LOT.
Here is a fun “how-to” on making our favorite childhood sandwich. And, as always, if you have tips on this matter that you feel passionate about, please leave them in the comments below; we’ll all benefit.
A few ex-boyfriends ago, I learned an incredibly valuable less: how to properly make a tomato sandwich. I am forever grateful.
During the summers we’d drive to Virginia to his family’s lake house. It was there where I’d buy big-ass tomatoes from old men who sold them out of their pick-up trucks parked alongside the road. They were beautiful and warm from the sun (the tomatoes not the old men). There’s something about a southern tomato that’s just really special. They’re kinda magical.
The first step to a glorious tomato sandwich is salting the tomatoes and allowing them to sit and drain on a few paper towels. This makes it so the tomato sandwich doesn’t end up being soggy. NO SOG ZONE.
I learned that tomato sandwiches MUST be eaten on white bread.
This my “towanda!” sandwich. If you’re unfamiliar with what “towanda” is, I forgive you. It just means I might be older than you and/or you don’t memorize scenes from movies that were made in the 90s. Regardless of what the reasoning is, you should watch this scene from Fried Green Tomatoes.
Kathy Bates is having a rough go and these two cute girls take her spot and instead of saying sorry like normal humans, they make fun of her. Instead of finding another spot, she does what all of us wish we could do: she smashes her car into theirs…over and over again. Right now that’s my dream in life. Since I can’t do that because I’ll likely go to jail? (that’s assault, brotha (another 90s movies reference, I’m sorry), I’m eating awesome sandwiches like these!
My love for BLTs has existed since I was in my mom’s tummy. Story has it that my dad was so obsessed with BLTs, while my mom was pregnant, that a day didn’t go by he wouldn’t make one. My mom slowly became repulsed by the smell of bacon to the point of nausea, to the point where my dad was forbidden to make his beloved sandwich.
My mom is now vegan and I’ve never met a BLT I didn’t like. My dad’s BLT obsession resulted in two very different outcomes!
This Blue Cheese BLT is a fun rendition of the traditional sandwich. The blue cheese is made into a spread that goes on both sides of the bread. Then it’s sort of normal from there: good-quality, thick-cut bacon, sour dough bread, butter lettuce and a few slices of perfectly ripe tomatoes.
But here’s the thing that you MUST add: potato chips. Yes, potato chips TO the sandwich. I know the recipe doesn’t say to add them but if you do you’ll understand what I’m talking about.
Potato chips to any sandwich, PB&Js included, add so much. Texture, salt, flavor…the list goes on. And on.
This recipe along with a few others are a part of a batch of recipes I developed for the company Salemville. It’s a blue cheese company whose cheese are hand-crafted an Amish community in Cambria, Wisconsin. The blue cheese is funky and creamy and so so delicious.
A life full of grilled cheeses is a good life. If you can enjoy a grilled cheese and some tomato soup, I’m pretty sure it means you know how to chillax. I’m not gonna lie, this holiday season has beat me up. Being sick, alongside too much stuff to do, too many impending deadlines, too many social obligations and too many emails about sales ending soon, has beaten me up. It has all made me crave the week between Christmas and New Years. That week is my favorite week of the entire year; it’s the one week when the emails stop completely, and the thing we’re all supposed to be doing is nothing at all. No guilt about not working.
I recently read an article about guilt and it hit me to the core a bit. I think when you work for yourself, nothing is ever done; you could always be doing more work. This article talks about actually scheduling time in the day to do nothing—it seems strange, counterintuitive and honestly, kind of depressing. Have you tried this?
The summer heat has hit Los Angeles and all I want to do is turn up the AC ’til it’s totally freezing, curl up in bed and watch Breaking Bad, but I can’t…because I don’t have AC, so basically I’m dying. A lot of people think Los Angeles is this smoldering, super hot place, but it’s actually fairly mild. Like, the winters are cold and the summers are summery, yes, but the nights get chilly. I likez it.
This whole week people have been freaking about Miley Cyrus; but for me it’s been all about grapes. Sorry Miley and your stupid tongue. Also, those big mascots scared me.
A few weeks ago I made a fancy-ass tuna melt and I loved every second of it. I’m tempted to make this a whole series. The idea would be I take something seemingly normal, typical, usually run-of-the-mill…and then I make it fancy.
I’ve always loved fancy things. I’m just now coming to terms with it and admitting it to myself/everyone. My parents would agree. I was always the kid wanting to order the most expensive thing on the menu. “Wait, why can’t I order the lobster for two?! I don’t like anything off the kids menu! Who wants pasta and cheese and butter?! I love lobster and steak and calamari.”
This BLT is fancy with a capital-F. There are steps in making the easiest sandwich known to man, well, fancy. I have the steps. I have step-by-step pictures, too (sort of). I gotz everything on this bright, sunny Monday!
I have dreams of opening up a little sandwich stand that would be called “Stuff On Toast.” I feel like I’ve mentioned this before. Oh and I’d serve pie too because after you eat something on toast you might want a piece of pie. You might not, actually, but I just want to be prepared in case you do. And maybe coffee. So pie, toast and cappuccinos. It would be our three life necessities under the same small, shack-like roof.
This rendition of Avocado Toast is a bit different. Having white miso in my fridge has become a staple. I love it because in the colder months I can throw it in a pot with hot water, along with seasonal vegetables and make a quick miso soup. I’m obsessed. In the warmer months it’s awesome to have on hand for making quick miso dressing. A little ginger and sesame oil and rice vinegar are added and that’s kind of it. .
I had the weirdest school lunches when I was a kid. While most kids had cool bologna sandwiches smothered with mayo and snack-paks and Capri-Suns, I had yellow rice with chicken and crudités–it was way lame, and embarrassing. On occasion my mom would give in to my begging and whining and make me tuna salad sandwich, a Hi-C and a bag of Lays potato chips. And I always, ALWAYS would carefully open the sandwich and lay the potato chips atop the tuna. It was the only way.
If I ever had a cute lil’ sandwich shop, I’d have a whole section of just “stuff on toast” and I’d totally have sandwiches on the menu that had potato chips inside. It’d be a thing. Adding potato chips gives sandwiches excellent texture and it adds another layer of flavor. My seven-year-old-self knew what was up.
I know this is a food blog and I’m not supposed to say things like this, but the first time I ate an oyster I compared it to a booger. I thought it was FOUL. Absolutely foul. And it had nothing to do with the quality, because I made sure the first time I tried one was at a nice restaurant in Seattle. I just couldn’t deal. It was a texture thing.
It took me a looong time to muster up enough courage to eat one again but I love them. Totally love. I usually opt to eat them raw with a little mignonette, hot sauce or a squeeze of lemon. If you’re a non-raw-oyster-eating type of person, I feel you. But I do think you might like them in their fried state. Everything is better fried.
These fried oyster sliders are delicious. And cute! The full recipe for the batter is over on Etsy today.