" Everyone always assumed it was her mom who was the grilled cheese aficionado, but it was her dad who had mastered the art first.
"Remember when Dad would make us breakfast grilled cheeses?" May asked.
She and her mom had finally found a rhythm where they could work and talk at the same time.
"I miss those," May said.
Her mom swallowed, then cleared her throat. "I don't know what he did that made them so good. The Nutella and mascarpone was my favorite. I think he browned the butter first- he always did something to make it a little special."
She even managed a tiny smile. May smiled back at her.
"I liked the bacon and egg with marble cheese."
"He grilled that one in bacon grease."
"The house would smell so good."
"Except that one time he got distracted by a crossword and burned the sandwiches. It took all day to to get the smell of burned toast smoke out of the house. And you have to admit, not every one of his creations was good."
May scrunched her face, remembering some of the worst. Her mom wiped at her eyes and flipped the sandwiches in front of her.
"Like the pickle and Brie combo. What was he thinking?"
"That wasn't as bad as the pineapple and blue cheese. "

― Amy E. Reichert , The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go