Weekend visits with Dad.

Statically, half of us will have had that experience.

Dad would pull out a sheet pan, or what we called a cookie sheet, spin open the twist-tie on the Mrs. Baird’s bread bag, take out the Kraft Singles and create a lunch that still, four decades later, glows in my heart as one of my favorite meals from childhood.

Even today, with all of my cooking experience, if I can match the taste of one of those sandwiches, I consider it a good day.

(NOTE: This article has been cross-posted on the sister site, thegrilledcheesemethod.wordpress.com.)