Success, at Last!

My husband got home late last night as he was at his favorite place, Costco.  So late in fact that I had already eaten dinner. I felt bad, but a girl's gotta eat.  "Did you cook?" you ask.  No, of course not!  I heated up leftovers!

After watching my husband haul a ton of bulk items into our already cramped home, I offered to make him something to eat.  He thankfully agreed and requested a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.  Thank God he didn't ask for something more complicated! 

I can actually make grilled cheese.  It's like french toast but without the batter.  My husband told me about his day and he stood secretly observing my every move.  I took out all of the ingredients I needed - bread, butter, ham, and cheese.  

(For someone who doesn't cook my kitchen is pretty sweet, right?)

Proudly, I began.  And then I paused.  What heat should I put the pan on?  Do I spray it with cooking spray so the sandwich doesn't stick?  I really don't want to screw this up for him.

I swallowed my pride and asked him.  Then I was on my way.  Until, the butter.  Cold butter, fresh bread, they don't mix (which I've learned from tearing many a piece).  What I didn't anticipate however was getting butter from the stick onto the knife.  

My husband told me to scrape it off the top "because that's the easiest way to do it."  Yea right, maybe for him.  This is what resulted...

My butchered butter

Once I got the bread buttered I was in business.  

One of the main reasons I fail at cooking is because I am impatient.  I never wait long enough for the bread to get crispy or for the cheese to melt or for the cookies to bake.  (The other main reason of course is that I have no clue what I'm doing). 

I was nervous about the flip, but it went smoothly and things were shaping up nicely.  

My husband forced patience on me this time, probably more for his sake (and his sandwich) than for mine.  The eensy bit of patience paid off and the grilled cheese was complete.  SUCCESS!!!!  

Cooking: 1,000,000 - Me: 1