On Saturday we dragged the panini press out of storage and we've eaten cheesy, melty, crispy sammies at least once a day since. We were on the last four slices in our latest loaf of bread today and I think we can all agree we should probably take a little break from the Toastmaster, so to give it a proper temporary send-off I decided to do it up real American-style for dinner. Grilled cheese (or toasted cheese, as my Grandma Joyce calls it) and tomato soup. And I made it with milk, because that's what you do when you really love the person you're making tomato soup for. It was deliriously good.
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