Full disclosure: I am a bit drunk. There’s a mason jar quarter-full of cheap pinot in front of me and NSync’s “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” playing on the stereo (and yes, I am singing along passionately. Duh. Why would you ever wonder). My roommates have disappeared. Why does everyone decide to go to bed just when I reach the point of pleasantly tipsy? Is it because it takes ages for me to arrive at that junction, or because I am an obnoxious drunk? Jury’s out.
I threw a small grilled cheese party at my apartment tonight. The croque monsieur turned out to be a team effort, and took twice as long to cook as the recipe claimed, but was ultimately delicious.
- butter (unsalted)
- black pepper
- Gruyere cheese
- Parmesan (fake Parmesan-Romano works well)
- country white bread, the kind with white flour on top
- Dijon mustard
- Black Forest deli ham
First off, this takes like an hour to make. I don’t care who tells you otherwise, even if it’s Ina Garten. And you have to grate a hell lot of cheese. That being said, this sandwich is worth it. Whoever looked at a loaf of bread and said, “We should put ham, cheese and a bit of mustard between two of these, and then blanket the top of our creation with what is basically alfredo sauce except with nutmeg added” is quite clearly the smartest person of all time. S/he should have won the Nobel Prize of food. S/he is the original Top Chef. A Platinum Chef, even.
Also, I made double chocolate cranberry cookies and my friend brought over maple snap cookies. After I wash dishes, I will probably eat one more of each, even though I ate like five tonight.
Where did my roommates go? Do they have a problem with old-school NSync? Are they robots? Because who could have a problem with old-school NSync, amirite?
I am going to wash all the dishes. Have a lovely Friday night.