[Aquamarine]

Here's my one (and only) Woolworth's story.
Back in the 50's when my family still lived in Tulsa my mom took my brother who was a young boy at the time to Woolworth's. When they went to order lunch at the lunch counter my brother ordered a burnt grilled cheese sandwich.
At home my mom would always burn his grill cheese sandwiches by mistake and that's how he thought they were supposed to be eaten. lol

[Mama_Bear]

At home my mom would always burn his grill cheese sandwiches by mistake and that's how he thought they were supposed to be eaten. lol

That's funny. LOL.

Hi Aqua. Do you have snow? I have been hearing about the awful winter weather that the South East has been getting.

[freema]

LOL!

[dixie sass]

Lol, that's the way that I fix them!!!!

[LadyX]

"my brother ordered a burnt grilled cheese sandwich."

So glad you're here, Aqua!
I just remembered that grilled cheese sandwiches were the first thing I taught my two sons to cook for themselves. When Bernie and I were expecting the birth of Jennifer, they were 7 and 8, and we felt it would be helpful to make them at ease with fixing simple things, Beyond Peanut Butter & Jelly.

Decided it was about time to give them Life Skills for adulthood, so they could batch successfully until they snagged some pretty chefs..:)

It not only gave them a sense of accomplishment and self-sufficiency, but came in handy if Mom were busy with the baby - much later, if she was at work when they came home from school and were 'starving.'

Steve never really enjoyed cooking, but coped well, and wisely married a South Carolina gal who had seriously considered Chef School.
Kevin became the Expert at Throwing-Together-Something-from-Nothing, and made the best from scratch onion rings I ever ate!
Both learned to grill well.