Regular Show Grilled Cheese Deluxe Novels & Stories

“And for you, let me guess; ham and egg, no potato, extra cheese?” “Do you want a second guess?” she responded slyly. Lucas shook his head with his cheeks full like a chipmunk. “Well, I like to change things up a bit sometimes. I got sausage, egg, and ham, light potato and extra cheese.” She took a rather large bite. “That was going to be my second guess.” he said with his mouth still half full. “Eat faster though, we need to get going.” “Why are you in such a rush? We’re not even meeting Oliver ‘till 10:00. We have all morning. Enjoy your food.”

Cheetos tempura covered brie fried cheese sticks. There was an apple and fennel salad with shaved pecorino cheese and dijon vinaigrette, a brown sugar and mustard glazed ham. Also a mozzarella, gouda and brie macaroni cheese made with Meredith’s favorite choo-choo wheeled pasta. Meredith was nearly drooling over the menu. She continued to read down and saw Asparagus cheese tart with fontina and comte cheese on puff pastry. Pizza rustica, pancetta wrapped pork roast, lemon parmesan roasted potatoes, and roasted rainbow carrots.

he said, shooting me a dazzling smile. It did look really good, so without hesitation, I took a bite, and he was right—it was amazing. I realize it was just a grilled cheese, but the bread was buttery and garlicky, and he used the perfect blend of cheeses, melted to just the right amount to make it warm and gooey. "Wow, this is actually really good. What's your secret?" "Oh sorry, I can't tell you," he said, taking a bite of his own sandwich. "Besides, even if I did, you probably wouldn't remember in the morning."

"YES. Now. But like.not your average grilled cheese. It's gotta be with caramelized onions, three cheeses, sourdough bread. and truffle oil." Kc was as rigid as a soldier. "On it." "Wait!" she cried, pulling theatrically on his sleeve. "And a cold mango milkshake!" He stared at her. "Valeria… it's 7:20 a.m." She scowled. He cracked. Thirty minutes later, he was juggling a hot sandwich wrapped in parchment paper and a sweating mango milkshake while Valeria, wrapped in his oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks, cheered from the couch like he just won a marathon.

phase of her high. "Extra large meat lovers', with extra sausage, extra pepperoni, extra cheese, with green peppers, banana peppers, tomatoes, black olives, no garlic, omigod I hate garlic, oh and can you ask them to add that spicy sauce that they put on hot wings? Oh, and can you ask them to add like twenty packs of ranch on the side? Oh, can we get it deep dish style? Also, do you have any parmesan? Not the crappy canned stuff but freshly shaved..." ******

“Eat up. I’m starving.” Matt dug into the cheesy goodness, practically moaning at how she’d managed to make the cheese both crispy and gooey. He hadn’t had a grilled cheese since he was a kid. “This is amazing.” He glanced at the sandwich again. “I didn’t even know I had red onion in the fridge. Wait, is this Gouda? How the hell did you find Gouda around here?” “I have special powers. What do you eat every night, though, pizza? Wings?”

“You want one?” Kissing her cheek, he smiled at her before turning and looking at the sandwich. There needed to be a different word for this … monstrosity. Rye bread with mayonnaise and mustard. Three types of cheeses. Five types of deli sliced meat. Romaine and iceberg lettuce. Sliced tomato, pickles, cucumbers, bell peppers, banana peppers and black olives. “Yeah.” He answered with a soft chuckle. She gave a small laugh as she finished her sandwich and pushed the plate away before grabbing another paper plate leftover from the party. “Coop? You want one?”

We stood like that for a while, wrapped in quiet, holding onto something neither of us wanted to lose again. About an hour later in the kitchen, we were barefoot, side by side, making grilled cheese like two awkward teenagers after a first kiss. Grace had raided my fridge, laughed at my pretentious selection of cheeses, and insisted that if we were doing this, it had to be real. “None of this imported truffle nonsense,” she said, wiggling a slice of cheddar. “You want to win a woman’s heart? You do it with basic, reliable, artery clogging American cheese.”

“House-made ciders with cinnamon sticks. You’re welcome.” Makayla slipped in beside me, sandwiching me between her and Forrest, who was already mid-bite into a massive grilled cheese that looked more engineering feat than sandwich. He offered us both a thumbs-up with gooey cheese on his chin. “No notes,” he mumbled. “Perfect meal.”

I hug him back letting him know it is ok. I hear a throat clearing and turn to see Speed leaning against the wall. “ What is going on here?” she asks. I tap Ratchet and point to Speed. He says “ Gretchen bought pizza over. And she learned sign language so I would feel welcome. I was thanking her.” “ That’s sweet Gretchen. Thank you.” I wave my hand blowing it off. “ It was nothing.” I want to change the subject fast so I turn to the food. “ I hope I got the right toppings. I should have asked.” I open the boxes revealing one cheese, one four meat with pepperoni, sausage, ham, and bacon, and last a super supreme with all the meat as well as olives, onions, green peppers, and tomatoes. They bo