Callum came up to me on Sunday and whispered, "Papa's managing things in the kitchen."
It's grilled cheese Sunday.
Neel may love his hoagies, but I sure love his grilled cheeses. I've given up on making them because his are so good. I'm not sure what the trick is. Maybe just the attention he pays. Or the love he puts in them.
There are pickles and bacon in there...I'm thinking every Sunday should be grilled-cheese Sunday. And hey! Valentine's Day is coming up. Maybe he'll make cheese steaks.
