Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Roast BFF

I don't have any tattoos but I've been thinking about getting one lately. Not something serious. Something ridiculous. Something that I won't hate in a year or two or twenty, but instead will laugh at and roll my eyes in a flirtatious manner when someone spots it. Maybe like a hot dog with ketchup spelling "love" in cursive or a super technical drawing of a purple bat drinking a milkshake. Definitely something with food in it. But then every time I think I've figured out the perfect thing, I freak because I have no idea where I should get it. Is the inside of my wrist a good idea? Or on my ribbies? What about my right butt cheek? God the possibilities are endless. Which just makes me think that I'll never get this tattoo that I've been thinking about. I want one though, real bad.

Why can't they make like a two-year temporary tat. I'd totally get one of those. Like right now. Probably of a cup of PG Tips with milky vampire teeth.

What really puts me on edge about tattoos is how much I change my mind all the time. I have some sort of interest-ADD. This isn't just about stuff that I just physically like, (Thank god I didn't get that nautical star tattoo when I was 15 and heavily into punk rock and depression...i mean...errrrr) it's everything. I definitely think I change my mind too often. Which, in tattoo world is a horribly scary thing, but in the food world, it's actually pretty exciting and invigorating. Like my new fondness for roast beef. If I hadn't changed my mind on that, this tasty little post would have never happened. Roast beef with fire-roasted red peppers, a super sharp cheddar blue and sourdough come together to create one hell of a grilled cheese and also serve as living proof that changing my mind is totally acceptable. Yep.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Morning After

Whoop whoop, it's time for a new post! I haven't done anything with the blog for a while and I apologize for that. You see, I've been extremely lazy busy (seriously though, lazy and busy) and haven't had the time to photograph any new creations. But don't be bummed out, this won't happen again. A few weeks ago I received like 9 pounds of cheese from Wisconsin. Yes, so much cheese, it's unreal. You can call me queso queen. And because I am now the reigning queso queen, I've got like a million grilled cheeses to share with you all, dear readers.

And if you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you might know that I've been in Thailand for the last week. So I'm about to blow your mind with even more crazy spicy Thai-inspired sandwiches. If I can only figure out what cheese to use. So in the meantime, here's a nice little breakfast grilled cheese that I eat on the reg when I'm hungover. Now that I'm thinking about it, whenever I eat a grilled cheese for brekkie it's usually when I'm hungover. Yikes. Maybe i need to cool down with that, Errrrrr. But yeah, this has become a staple with some of my buddies at Mast Brothers Chocolate. I make it for them when they're hungover, too. See, I'm not the only one, Mom.

Oh, and I might just be listening to some weird, poppy, bass-saturated, glitch hop 'ish so things might get a little weird. I feel weird. I don't know why I'm listening to this, I can't stop, I'm stuck. Help.