How dearly do I wish to sample thee,
So gently tucked between each slice of bread,
The golden treasure of amorphous cheese.
Enraptured am I, bliss flits through my head
In manner unlike any meal before
Could ever cause within my fragile frame.
What greater earthly pleasure, yes, what more
Could mortal man of right mind seek to claim
Beyond the simple decadence of this.
A simple dish the sandwich. Even still
To be yet simpler, and yet not amiss
With one ingredient only, is true skill.
Alas, with only failure am I crowned
For having dropped my grilled cheese on the ground.
–John Gudz, Staff Member