I like my grilled cheese blackened. Blackened and smashed flat. Maybe it's because that's how my mother would make them (because that's how my grandmother made them...?), but that grilled crust being black and the sandwich smashed flat, served with tomato soup. NOMS.
It's too bad you can't have one of my "accident" grilled cheeses then, because then I could just say "Oh! I did that on purpose...yeah. On purpose."
I also used to not even want to try tomato soup, but then I tried it with grilled cheese, and I love it now.
Yes! That's how my mom made them, too. And not with that plasticy sliced cheese junk, either. Sharp cheddar, sliced too thick so it took forever to melt, hence the burning. YUM.
I love sharp cheddar. The sharper, the better. Have you ever read the description for the plastic cheese stuff? It says "cheese
product". It doesn't even sound like it's cheese. Because it hardly is.
Speaking of cheese (so yeah, basically I just love dairy products, stemming from my love of milk I suppose), there was a store in the Mall of America when my sister and I visited that just sold cheese. I bought two blocks after sampling them: Pepperoni cheese (bits of pepperoni mixed in with colby cheese), and smoked bacon sharp cheddar cheese. Worth it.