Recently, in a moment of horror for all involved parties (myself and our son) I went to the cupboard looking for lunch on a cold day to find that our “go to” cold-weather meal had been all used up. The meal, of course, was cheesy shells. Glorious pasta drenched in lovely cheese. It’s warm, it reminds me of my own childhood, and (as it comes in a box) it’s pretty easy for this failing “chef” to create. Our son really does like it when it is put in front of him and I was hoping to do just that on the day. Unfortunately it was not meant to be.
When my hand reached up for the missing and familiar package of noodles and packet of cheese my heart skipped a beat. How, I wondered, would we stay warm today? Certainly not with yogurt or peanut butter and jelly. No, no! Something needed to be done. Opening the fridge door without a thought in my mind my eyes scanned each shelf looking for a clue. The answer must be in here, I thought. Certainly there was something inside this icebox that could be heated on the stove to provide a satisfying meal for my boy and I. Certainly something could be found. Oh please, dear fridge, contain my answer. And there, shining brightly on the third tier, was cheese.
My hand grabbed for the cheese and I quickly went for the bread and butter. Slathering one side of each slice of bread with butter I waited for the pan to heat up. In a moment of genius I used one side of a multi-sided grater to quickly slice some cheese. Grilled cheese was on the menu for today. But would he like it? Would he eat this new type of food? Tune in next time.