Grilled Cheese mit a Twist
In honor of National Grilled Cheese Day, I poured a beer in honor of my mother. I toasted her, "Prost, Mutti!" and proceeded to mac down on a gloriously gooey and crisp sandwich.
I can get down with any kind of grilled cheese. American on doughy white, Vermont sharp cheddar on whole wheat, Raclette on sourdough. You grill it, I'll eat it.
But give me some Camembert and Preiselbeeren (lingonberries to those State side) and it's a mother and child reunion. It's sense memory and profound joy. I'm transported to the afternoon mom and I spent a lunch in Munich at a biergarten, sharing a huge slab of bauernbrot laced with chunks of fried Camembert and dollops of lingonberry preserves. She let me taste her beer.
Today I baked a loaf of King Arthur Flour's Classic White Bread in a pullman loaf. I sawed off hearty slices and spread one with a ruby red layer of lingonberry preserves and nestled creamy local Camembert on the other. I melted a few tablespoons of butter in a skillet and fried that sucker until cheese oozed from the bread and crackled in the pan. I poured the beer and shared this luxurious treat with my Raymo in honor of Helga and a wonderful afternoon we shared. So Prost and Happy Grilled Cheese Day!