The Sandwich that Saved my Life…and the Bottle of Wine That Tried to Take It.

This might be my first post about grilled cheese sandwiches, but I guarantee you it wont be my last. Plain and simple, the way to my heart is with grilled cheese and a bowl of cream of tomato soup. Anytime, anywhere. In my humble opinion, it is the ultimate comfort food. And comfort was exactly what I needed this morning. And by morning, I mean 1pm.

Contacts stuck to my eyeballs and last nights makeup threatening blindness, I concocted one of my best, and most creative grilled cheeses to date. Soft whole wheat bread, a shmear of grey poupon, piles of Jarlsburg cheese, loads of butter – and here’s where it gets interesting – one half cherry tomatoes, one half bread and butter pickles – because no one should be forced to make that kind of a decision in that kind of state. It was just short of heaven due to the slightly scorched bread, as you can see in the picture, but I blame that on the contacts.   And the wine.

But oh the wine! A crisp Savignon Clos Roche Blanche I apparently swam in at Scarpetta last night. Multiple times. It paired perfectly with the simple, aromatic tomato and basil spaghetti I had for dinner…and then a second round for dessert…and actually breakfast too if you consider seeing it again in the sink this morning – yummy. If that lovely picture is not going to keep you from trying Scarpetta, the price tags might. A fist sized serving of spaghetti with tomato sauce sets you back $24.

That's 48 bucks for two. Third time's on the house.

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I’d like to dedicate this post to my faithful dog –who lovingly held her bladder for me until 2pm today. Friends for life.


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