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Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Never Ending Winter

 

               



This winter season feels as if it will never end. I know many people feel the same way. We’ve been dealing with this pandemic for a year now, and it’s been almost a year since I went to work.  One year ago today I was out to lunch with a group of childhood friends and when we were saying our goodbyes we vowed to get together once a month.  It hasn’t happened due to the COVID related restrictions.  Maybe in a few months we can do it again, but it remains to be seen how comfortable everyone is with getting together.  I think that it’s going to take some time before I’m able to put potential health risks aside and enjoy a gathering of people I don’t live with. I’m hoping for some type of family gathering for Easter, but it remains to be seen if all parties involved will be up for it.  It’s been months since I have seen anyone besides supermarket and pharmacy workers or medical professionals in person. It’s been longer than that since I’ve seen someone’s entire face.

               The snow storms have come nearly one every few days and a couple of them lasted two or three days.  The roads around here have been narrowed by snowbanks and driving through an intersection became a test of faith weeks ago. The weariness of snow clearing is showing in how early we fall asleep and how achy our bodies are.  It’s tough clearing the cobwebs out of my head in the morning when all is gray and dark.  I find myself turning on as many lights as possible in the house during the day just to feel awake.  We did have a couple of days featuring sunshine and temperatures in the low 40’s which helped whittle away some of the collected snow before the next storm blew in and dumped copious amounts of the frozen white stuff on us.  It felt good on those more temperate days to go outside and walk in the driveway in the sun for a few minutes.  The one good thing is that as we head toward the end of winter, even if the air remains cold the sun gets a little stronger every day.  I find that standing in the warm sun gives me hope that soon we will be able once again to spend some time outdoors without bundling up and shivering.

               As I hibernate here in my house during this long, lonely winter I spend my time (in between caring for my daughter) alternately reading and watching crime dramas. Shoveling snow actually began to feel good while I was doing it because it was something different and got me outside for a little while.  I will be very glad when at last the snow melts and I can carry a chair to the patio to enjoy an afternoon outside reading or visiting with friends and family, and listening to music.  Come on spring!

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Grilled Cheese

 

A cartoon channel we watch in our house runs a short video of Elmer Fudd singing the glories of the grilled cheese sandwich.  My husband loves that video to the point that if I am in another room and it comes on he texts me to let me know.  It’s pretty funny to see and hear a cartoon character extoling the virtues of a basic sandwich, yet I understand.  Grilled cheese is such an iconic comfort food that just mentioning it sends even the most accomplished chef into a rapturous state of nostalgia.

               Every time I drive past the site where Stewart’s, a drive in restaurant, stood during my childhood I remember the grilled cheese sandwiches they served there.  Where I grew up was rural, and there weren’t fast food restaurants around like there are now.  There were a couple of nice restaurants in town, there were Woolworth’s and Britt’s (a local department store) lunch counters, and a couple pizzerias (or pizza parlors, as we called them), and just outside of town the drive in restaurant where they brought your food out on trays that hooked to the window of your car.  When my family went out to eat, this is where we went. My 3 brothers and I and my parents loaded into the old blue station wagon and drove there for dinner. I rode in the middle of the back seat, wedged in between my two older brothers while my younger brother rode between my parents on the front seat.  With the windows open on a hot summer evening, we were excited to be going out for dinner!  I don’t know what everyone else ordered, probably burgers and fries, but I always got the same thing—a grilled cheese sandwich.  It was delicious, and as close to gourmet dining as my young palate could get.  They used yellow American cheese and square white bread which they grilled to golden perfection, placed on a paper plate, cut into two triangles, and served with two pickle chips on top.  There was nothing else like it in the world to my little girl mind. Now I make it with rye bread, whole wheat, white or Italian bread, and cheddar, American, or Swiss cheese, depending what I have on hand.  I always have a dill pickle with it, usually cut into spears and a cup of tomato soup on the side. Somehow, it’s never as good as that sandwich I had at Stewart’s when I was young, squished in between my bigger brothers on a hot summer evening listening to my parents talk and laugh and my brothers goofing around.

               It seems that most everyone enjoys a grilled cheese sandwich as comfort food, and has happy memories of eating one.  It’s a sandwich on nearly every restaurant menu in one form or another, even high end restaurants who may offer it as a grilled brie with cranberry compote on focaccia bread or some other such fancy combination of cheese and bread served hot. I bet when you finish reading this you’re going to be craving the most iconic comfort food sandwich there is---grilled cheese. (Try it with pickles, it’s wonderful!)