Don't let the title fool you with our little tricky grammar, we really did make a Mac and Cheese Grilled Cheese. Twelve kinds of cheese, two slices of bread, pasta, Cheez-Its and Goldfish.
Things You'll Need:
1. Bread
2. Mac and Cheese (Four Cheese)
3. More Cheese (Every flavor in your fridge. Variety is the spice of life)
4. Some Cheesy Crunchy Junk Food Product (i.e. Goldfish, Cheetos, Cheez-its, have it your way but don't get crazy)
Once you've raided your pantry, fridge and your roommate's stash. You'll need to make the mac and cheese. Follow the instructions on the box. So easy, Allie can do it. (Steve threw out the box because "[he] don't need no f***ing instructions.")
While your mac and cheese is cooking, make your crunch. This step is key to avoiding a nasty, soggy cheese pile. Crush up your junk foods and mix them together to get a nice crushed crunch...
Next, you'll want to get out a skillet. Throw in a wee bit of butter (Just a wee bit. We're talking to you Paula Dean). Then two slices of bread with slices of cheese on top. Add the assorted cheeses and allow to melt. Once gooey, add your crunch to one slice of bread and then add your finished mac and cheese to the same slice.
Then put the not loaded slice of bread on top of the so over loaded one. You should get something looking like this...
Now fold the sandwich together and enjoy. We recommend pairing this satisfying monstrosity with a nice can or bottle of beer or tomato soup.
Mmm Mmm...Cheesy.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
What Do You Mean Impossible?
Our Heroes:
Steve: The young venture capitalist/chef/jazz musician who has a zest for all things zesty, spicy and really fucking awesome. Faced with hours of unmonitored free time, a full pantry of college related food items (i.e. Ramen and Mac and Cheese) and left to his own devices, Steve knew he had to make dinner.Allie: A third-generation Italian, addicted to hookah, bubble tea and everything else really fucking awesome, Allie has upset her dead great-grandmother with her lack of cooking skills. Taken under Steve's wing as sometimes photographer (new iPhone), sometimes sous-chef, she enters the kitchen of her fears.
The Plot:
Once upon a time, Allie and Steve wanted to make really fucking awesome meals. So they did. And they documented it. And it was really fucking awesome.
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