I have seen so many creative blog posts today! I am loving the countless ways people chose to interpret this prompt! Mike and I talked about “thinking outside of the box” for this prompt – or, rather, outside of the blueberry. But last year, at the height of berry season (and after I had made our fill of jams), I canned a quart and a pint of blueberry pie filling. And while I knew I didn’t want to make a pie, I was eager to crack open one of those jars for this prompt. I also challenged myself to make something I’d never made before.
Before anything else, I’m going to tell you that I didn’t do this prompt. Between recovering from the surgery I had two and a half weeks ago and planning for the wedding, I’m both busy and low-stamina, and I’m home a lot.
Instead, I decided to make something that I would serve to a new friend who came to visit… or to an acquaintance I wanted to turn into a friend!
Mike and I thought – both apart and together – about this prompt a lot. We discussed many options, and we each pondered many more. It seemed an impossible choice – sandwiches are pretty much Mike’s favorite food, and we’ve both eaten so many amazing sandwiches that we had no idea how we’d decide which one was the best ever. Breakfast sandwiches, with eggy tofu and bacon and melty cheese and runny Vegg yolk? Grilled macaroni and cheese (this was a contender)? The bacon cheeseburger from Arlo’s in Austin? Buffalo chicken hoagies? Chicken parmesan on grilled sourdough? A vegan Cuban sandwich? Homemade seitan pastrami with mustard and spicy garlic dills? We went on and on, around and around.
And then Mike hit on it.
Y’all, I had this whole thing figured out – I was going to make a dinner we ate a lot as a kid. But when Mike went to get eggless ribbon noodles from the one store we know for sure carries them, they… don’t anymore. Well, damn. So I thought about what I could do instead – pizza? No, I’m doing that tomorrow (spoiler!). Maybe breakfast for dinner? That was SO exciting to me and my siblings when we were kids, so maybe. And then, at like 4 in the afternoon, when my sockless feet were cold and I needed to grab a cardigan to chase away a chill, I got it – I remembered one of my all-time favorite childhood dinners: tomato soup and grilled cheese. Continue reading