These Three ThingsI have been to the museum. They have, again, filled it with wonderful things. If you are in a position to go to the same museum that I have done, I would recommend it. If you are not, I would then say to seek out your museum, and go see what they've filled it with. Wonderful things, probably.
I have been making grilled cheese sandwiches. I am using up a loaf of seedless rye bread and a good hunk of moon-white aged cheddar. I make them the way I was taught from childhood: enough butter to make them bad for you, and very, very good. Today's impulse was borrowed from the Medieval: a deft slice of onion in with the cheese and the bread, and then into the pan and down with the lid. They're fantastic.
The good folks at Saran and their "No Hassle" safety bar cutter-thing can jolly well suck on a bee.
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