The story goes that tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.... Actually, I don't know that story. If you do, tell me. I just can't remember when I didn't eat that comforting, homey classic Saturday noon meal. My kids grew up eating it, but mama's got a brand new bag.
This time around, I made the tomato soup myself. No sugar, sweetheart. Just a drop of honey to counteract the acid in the tomatoes. And...no grilled cheese sandwich. Not for me. Dave had one. Instead, I fried my cheese and gently topped my soup with it.
It was creamy, crunchy and fulfilled all those grilled cheesey longings while I skipped the bread on a cold, cold night with the snow flying across the piano window:
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