Take the other day for instance. I was working at the cheese shop (The Dep), prancing around like a helpful, knowledgeable little employee that I am, when suddenly a rogue customer needed some help. I did a little skip over to the register, and with a smile on my face, I asked how I could help. It turns out they wanted a quiche. A quiche, which we only sell two varieties of and which I've sold about three billion of since I started working there. But something strange happened when they asked me what kind we sold. I blacked out. I seriously blacked out like I had been binge drinking all night. For some reason, my brain was like "sorry girlfriend, I'm busy concentrating on the hot dude from across the street so I can't help you now". So ya know what happened? With a completely confident face, I told him we had egg quiche.
And as the record player screeched to a halt and the crickets started rubbing their legs together to make that awkward noise (or however they do it), the reaction on my co-worker's face and the poor costumer made me realize what had just happened. My helpful, overzealous smile turned into a slightly horrified grimace and I did the walk of shame to the backroom to take a breather.
Now I don't know if it's because Valentines day is approaching and I don't want to do another
sad sarcastic post about my pathetic love life (gahhhh is my love-life really driven my blog posts?) or if it has something to do with the overwhelming levels of hot dudes that my neighborhood contains but I seriously think I'm turning into a teenage boy. Seriously. All the hunks in my vicinity take my complete attention and I act a fool.
So yeah, get ready for my Valentines Day post in a few weeks. It'll be a hoot, I'm sure. But in the meantime, check out this attention worthy grilled cheese with some whacky sugar daddy tasting gjetost cheese and apples. It's like an apple pie grilled cheese with crack sprinkled all over it.
Have your own sugar daddy buy you these Like the independent person you are, buy these tasty ingredients for yourself!
- ½ cup of Gjetost (Ski Queen cheese), shredded
- 2 pats of salted butter
- 2 slices of cinnamon raisin bread
- ½ cup thinly sliced granny smith apple
- 1 tbsp apple butter
- 1 tsp of cinnamon sugar
First, smear on some of that yummy apple butter - both sides of the bread and maybe even the inside of your mouth
or on a loved one.
Now it's time to pile on half of the craziest tasting cheese of your existence. GJETOST!
This pasteurized goats milk cheese is out of control. When you first taste it, it's sort of tastes like firm, salty butter but then all of a sudden it changes into this crazy caramel fudge-like-thing that tastes exactly like a sugar daddy. Not the kind that will buy you things and take you on trips, but like the caramel-y candy that you probably ate too much of at one point. It might have even helped form those cavities that you had filled as a teenager.
Then slap on some of those super-thinly sliced apples and douse them in cinnamon and sugar. I chose granny smith apples here because I thought the tartness would be a nice contrast against all the sweet things in this sandwich, but if you're not into that, use whatever apples you like. I won't be
seeing my therapist for this or anything offended at all; I swear.
Now that it's built, heat up a giant frying pan to medium low (ok, you don't have to use a giant one, but it's so much more fun when you do!) and place your little sandwich right in the middle. Let it cook for a few minutes until the cinnamon raisin bread starts to get all golden and crusty and the cheese starts to melt. It's not going to really melt like normal cheese, but you'll know what I mean as soon as it starts to happen.
Oh, and don't forget to flip it dumdum.
Once it's ready, take it off the stove and serve immediately! No waiting with this bad boy!
Ok, so wish me luck on finding a boyfriend in like one week. At least one that will make me a nice dinner in a couple of Tuesdays. And for you single peeps out there, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you, too, because I love you and appreciate you. Marry me?