Ceci N'est Pas Un Grilled Cheese


Which is both unfortunate, and not unfortunate.


For today, apparently, is National Grilled Cheese Day – at least, that’s what the Twitterverse tells me. Had I known ahead of time, I would have done my grocery shopping accordingly, because there are few things I love more than a good grilled cheese sandwich.


Which is a sandwich we take very seriously around these parts – before we ever gave in to heterosexual privilege and got married for the health insurance, Brian and I exchanged personal vows and rings over an especially tasty grilled cheese sandwich at Johnny’s Luncheonette. We were also frequent diners at a now-defunct grilled cheese cafe that our neighborhood used to boast; the Ugly American was my personal favorite.


Of course, you are quick on the uptake and have doubtlessly noticed that none of these pictures are of a grilled cheese sandwich.

not raw

In fact, these are simply pictures of my lunch – a poached egg over sauteed spinach with bacon. I’m not entirely sure why I thought you would be interested in pictures of my lunch, other than the fact that you like pictures of food in general. Huzzah for self-indulgence!


So let me just take this moment to say: learn to poach an egg properly, and eat more of them. You can put them on almost anything; there are few things that are not improved by being smothered in warm, runny egg yolk.

But tonight, you should probably eat a grilled cheese sandwich.

6 thoughts on “Ceci N'est Pas Un Grilled Cheese

  1. i guess that would explain all the grilled cheese sandwich photos i’ve seen on the blogiverse tonight.

    i had some eggs fried in browned butter accompanied by sprouted grains toast. it was tres yummy. i’d been craving fried eggs since last night when one of the residents at worked fried up some eggs for himself. i like the look of yours, too.

  2. I will confess, if I want poached eggs, I go and see my mum and dad at the weekend and my dad often does them with the fry-up. I do the same with roast chicken, but mostly because my dad’s roast chicken is always good, to the point where I was twenty before I realised you could even get it wrong. I just sort of feel like there’s no point getting it anywhere else.

  3. Michelle, I was just thinking on Sunday morning, as I assembled my breakfast of poached egg on top of Saturday’s leftovers (sautéed sausage and peppers on polenta), how nearly unbelievable it is that less than 2 years ago I had no idea how to poach an egg. It’s criminal, really. I don’t think it’s overstating to say that your egg poaching tutorial changed my life for the better.

  4. I’ve had bad luck with poaching (only about a 25% success rate), since learning that the egg has to be impeccably fresh. I just soft-medium boil. You have to slice/scoop the white, but you get the same runny yolk.

  5. My breakfast over the weekend was fried eggs over leftover broccoli and tomatoes in sherry mixed with bits of pancetta. Plenty of good variations on the same theme. WHich I guess is like grilled cheese too – plenty of variations on that theme as well.

    Now I want grilled cheese and I’m on a 3-week wheat fast. This isn’t right!

  6. How odd that I had eggs for dinner too. Over easy with english muffins. No grilled cheese here tonight……but mmmm, with some good tomato soup and goldfish crackers! YUM.

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