I don't plan on making grilled cheese sandwiches again any time soon

The simplest things make me angry.

 

Earlier, my mom told me to make grilled cheese sandwiches, one for me and one for her. Reluctantly, I agreed. This is a list of the things that made me angry:

 

1.     I looked all over the kitchen for the bread bag only to find that it had been on the table right in front of me.

2.     After a heated battle between me and the bread bag, I finally managed to get it open. The bread inside was smushed, and there wasn’t an even number of slices.

3.     I couldn’t find the cheese in the refrigerator. It managed to find a good hiding place behind giant bottles and containers at the very back of the fridge.

4.     I took out the butter in the fridge and noticed that it had been frozen, probably to preserve it. How was I going to spread frozen butter on crumpled bread?

5.     Instead of melting the butter somehow, I decided to wait for it to melt itself. 2 minutes and 9 seconds was enough.

6.     I SCRAPED the butter and hastily separated pieces of it over the bread.

7.     Our stove’s flame would NOT light so I had to go through a special maneuver to get it to do so.

8.     I placed the side with butter on the skillet and waited for it to cook. My impatience steered me away from the stove. As I began to close my eyes to shy away from my quickly growing anger, I heard my mom yell that my sandwich was burning. I went to check… the bread hadn’t even browned.

9.     I can’t cook. This was probably the reason why small pieces of bread and cheese kept sticking to the skillet. Each burned piece made it harder to flip the sandwich with my spatula.

10. Then I tried putting butter in the pan to melt instead of placing pieces of it over the bread. This didn’t work either.

11. I came to the last “sandwich”. I only had one piece of bread

 for it. I had to wrap a piece of smushed bread around a slice of cheese. It didn’t work out too well. The only good thing, though, was that the butter was a bit more thawed by then, so I spread it on the bread.

12. After I made 3 ½ sandwiches. I realized that my mom had only asked for one. She’d asked me to finish all the bread. So I ended up having to eat 2 ½ sandwiches (1 ½ sandwiches too many for my small stomach). Then I realized that I didn’t have any bread left for the sandwich I’d have to make for tomorrow’s lunch.

 

The end result was a pile of badly cooked grilled cheese sandwiches, burned pieces of bread and cheese in my pan, an overstuffed stomach, and a concern about what I’d be having for lunch tomorrow. I know it probably won’t be a sandwich anymore. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches comfort me. What else am I supposed to have for lunch?

The things that made me happy:

1.     The sandwiches were actually pretty delicious.

 

My one piece of advice:

1.     Never make a grilled cheese sandwich if you get stressed easily… unless you’re into that sort of thing.