Had brunch with Dave and Stacy today at our Saturday haunt, and took a real chance on the grilled cheese sandwich. When the waitress (I know, I know, but I’m old and will never change) asked what kind of bread and what kind of cheese, I went for the above choices and what do you know, it was great! No weird taste, no urge to hurl it into outer space, just crispy, crunchy goodness. So I bought some fixins and made one at home for dinner tonight, and it still tasted good. OK. Now I can eat! Trader Joe’s blood orange soda to wash it down was good too. Appreciate your taste buds, people.