|Laying the foundation...|
Fast-forward about 20 years, after considerable mandibular growth and freedom from the confines of parental sandwich rules. A couple of weekends ago, my new neighbour/work buddy Deb and I enjoyed the exquisite culinary offerings of Baked Expectations in Osborne Village. Fan. Freakin'. Tastic. I had suggested that we split a sandwich or wrap for an entree, then each order a dessert. Deb suggested the (you guessed it, you smart person you...) triple decker grilled cheese.
This thing was like no grilled cheese I'd ever had before. Three slices of whole grain bread, two kinds of cheese, grilled mushrooms and onions, and some fresh lettuce and tomatoes (there was possibly one other vegetable, but I forget what it was). DELISH. I even ate the mushrooms; it was that good. Another fantastic point: fresh-cut shoestring fries, and a pickle spear. Mmmm.
|Just an FYI- there's sautéed garlic and onions under that cheddar. Oh, yes.|
|Very yummy lunch... trip to the deli not required!|
|Hubs was convinced that the baby spinach and tomatoes didn't belong. I respectfully disagree.|
|You KNOW those pickles are necessary. They're like a sandwich food group all on their own. My favourites: Vlassic kosher baby garlic dills. Mmm.|
Thinking she'll pick up bananas and white Wonderbread on her next shopping trip to relive simpler times,