Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The poetry of parenthood...

Not really poetry, but somehow poetic:

Yesterday I made grilled cheese.
I burned both sides and didn't get to eat it until it was already cold.

2 comments:

jachin said...

that is strangely like poetry... I feel your pain. Properly cook, hot grilled cheese is something wonderful... losing that is always sad.

Rivka S. said...

I used to make PERFECT grilled cheese too...