Proof Of Life – August 12th

Some nights (not tonight, but still…) you just need a plate full of grilled cheese sandwiches

I have years of practice making them “GOLDEN“, not soft and mushy, but not burned. It’s an art.

I have passed this sacred knowledge on to my progeny. All three of them can perform the sacred rituals and turn bread, cheese, and butter into golden ambrosia.

God, I need some sleep…

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