An Almost Victory Followed By Embarrassed Shame

Last night we had grilled ham and cheese with tomato and sauteed onion for dinner. Yum, right?

Andrew came home from work and asked me if I wanted his help making dinner, and I replied that yes, I would, but I would do the cooking because his grilled cheese is always soggy.

I have a trophy on my mantle for being the most compassionate wife ever.

Andrew asked me if I was kidding - "There is no way you're better at grilled cheese than me," he said.

Even Ethan chimed in and said, "Dad's are better." He's such a traitor.

"Dad's sandwiches are always soggy and barely toasted!" I had to stand up for myself, because no one else would. "Mine are tons better!"

Andrew told me to have fun burning the sandwiches, he'd be outside playing soccer with Ethan, who giggled as he followed his dad outside.

Well, fine. Game on! I buttered the bread, sauteed those onions until they were perfectly caramelized, sliced the tomato and ham and slapped the bread in a hot pan. Butter was sizzling and I was a watchful chef, being oh-so-careful to grill with perfection so that I could show Andrew that I did not inherit my mother's "burn the grilled cheese every time" gene. When I had a couple of sandwiches just about done, I called everyone in from outside and wasted no time in showing off my superior grilled cheese.


Is it just me, or is that crisp, golden perfection?

I stuck my frying pan right under Andrew's nose and said, "There! See! I am soooooo much better at this than you!" And then I turned out six more perfectly toasted works of art and sat down with everyone else to eat my delicious dinner.

And realized I had forgotten to put the ham on them.

There went my win. Gone.



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