I once began to read a foodie column, probably in some waiting room somewhere, and the above title caught my eye. I thought the sentence was wonderful! It conjured up for me a whole frowning crowd of chef-hatted cooks, poking at a leek quiche with forefingers or wooden spoons and muttering disparaging comments.
I promptly wrote down the recipe. And the quiche wasn't bad, but not as memorable as the sentence.
So, here's my lunch today: Home-made bread, slivers of red pepper, a dollop of home-made green tomato chutney, and a thick topping of mature cheddar, grilled to a light golden colour.
I would like you to go away with this thought: Grilled cheese on toast is not to be despised.