Way back in the day, when all we had was a space heater, my mom would sometimes crank the oven and then leave the door open. Just another space heater, but in the kitchen.
Often, before school, she would put a few slices of cheese on bread and then put them on a cookie sheet under the broiler (overhead heating element in an oven, in case that’s not immediately clear). The cheese melts, the top of the bread toasts, and the underside steams a little bit.
You can eat them in slices, fold them over, or put two melty cheese bread slices together to make a sandwich, which was my favorite. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook for a long while, and I have fond memories of it.
Problem is that I never really knew what to call it. Mom called it cheese bread, but I never really thought that fit. Given my penchant for making sandwiches out of them, I eventually started calling them baked cheese sandwiches. I was hoping maybe cheese toasty would be the thing, but the search continues.
Cool, sounds a lot like a grilled cheese overall.
Way back in the day, when all we had was a space heater, my mom would sometimes crank the oven and then leave the door open. Just another space heater, but in the kitchen.
Often, before school, she would put a few slices of cheese on bread and then put them on a cookie sheet under the broiler (overhead heating element in an oven, in case that’s not immediately clear). The cheese melts, the top of the bread toasts, and the underside steams a little bit.
You can eat them in slices, fold them over, or put two melty cheese bread slices together to make a sandwich, which was my favorite. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook for a long while, and I have fond memories of it.
Problem is that I never really knew what to call it. Mom called it cheese bread, but I never really thought that fit. Given my penchant for making sandwiches out of them, I eventually started calling them baked cheese sandwiches. I was hoping maybe cheese toasty would be the thing, but the search continues.