Grilled Cheese Quotes

“He said focus. The word focus. I hear angels singing. Everything goes dark except for a light that beams down on Sean. It is a God-given sign- like when people see the Virgin Mary in their grilled cheese, except this isn't religious and I'm actually not a big fan of dairy. I stare at the back of his head. His HEAD. Something I see every day but never really see because it's been there forever. Since the first day of third grade.

I crumple up my web. I don't need it. Praise be, the Focus Gods have spoken.

I am going to write about Sean Griswold's Head.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“Cloud root beer floats and moon grilled cheeses. But their favorite food is stardust.”
― Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend

“I grab the nonstick skillet, put it on the stove, and fetch four slices of bread from the breadbox. I've been playing with a new bread recipe, a cross between sourdough and English muffin, baked in a sliceable loaf. Makes fantastic toast, and I've been craving grilled cheese with it since I brought it home yesterday.
I literally butter all four slices all the way to each edge, place them butter-side down in the skillet, and top each with a thick slice of American cheese. That way, as the pan slowly heats up, the cheese starts to melt, and by the time the outsides are crunchy and crispy, the cheese is a goo-fest, and nothing gets burnt. And I always make two, because one grilled cheese sandwich is never enough.”
― Stacey Ballis, Wedding Girl

“We're wired to see patterns
like pictures in grilled cheese.
On Mars, in stars, in cliffsides -
Oh, the things we once believed!”
― Joseph Raphael Becker, Annabelle & Aiden: Oh, The Things We Believed!

“As she spread mayonnaise on the slices of bread and slid them into the sizzling rosemary butter, something tight eased up a little in Feyi's chest. She was alone, just with herself, remembering the creeping peace of putting something together on a flame, the sounds of bread turning gold, the rhythm of grating Gruyere cheese and layering it, then watching it soften and melt.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty

“It was the best grilled cheese sandwich I'd ever had—golden brown with a buttery taste, and the cheese all melted and gooey and oozing out the edges.”
― Peg Kehret, Runaway Twin

“In Gina's experience, cheese made everything better- Parmesan on popcorn, crispy fried goat cheese in a salad, a swipe of cream cheese on a toasted bagel, or melted gouda on an egg sandwich. She even liked a dollop of sweetened mascarpone on a slice of warm cherry pie instead of ice cream. But grilled cheese, gooey from the griddle, crisp on the outside, melty on the inside, that was the pinnacle of dairy possibility.
No matter how it was dressed up, with balsamic reductions or micro greens, a grilled cheese was still luscious goodness between carbs. Simple, wholesome comfort food at its finest.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go

“Grilled G's was her husband's last gift to her before he left. He created it to stand out in a line of food trucks, drawing customers to the popular menu of gourmet grilled cheeses- ranging from a classic American cheese on crisp, buttery Italian bread to a rustic combo of creamy Brie, arugula, and prosciutto on a seed-studded multigrain. She even served a grilled peanut butter and jelly (made with coconut oil instead of butter) for dairy-intolerant customers.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go

“She pulled out a few tortilla chips from a nearby shelf, dipping one deeply and popping it in her mouth, then holding out the jar so Daniel could do the same. She was hit with the summery peach and brown sugar that sweetened the tomatoes, and then the heat built, numbing her tongue from the back to the front. She swallowed, eyes watering, and looked at Daniel, who already had his mouth open trying to cool it off. Most Wisconsinites couldn't hold their heat, so she wouldn't be able to use it straight, but there were some nice flavors in there.
"Here." She handed him a yogurt smoothie she kept in the fridge for days when she didn't have time to make a sandwich for herself.
"Sorry, G. I thought it would be delicious." He had an easy manner, bordering on shy, but with a strong thoughtful streak. Gina appreciated his amiable company.
"Ye of little faith. It has great flavor. It would be a shame to waste it. Have a seat and give me a few minutes."
Daniel settled on the overturned five-gallon bucket she used as a chair when it was slow.
"Tell me about what you were doing in Texas," she said.
"My sister and her family live near Austin. I try to get down and visit her once a winter. It's a nice break from the cold."
While he spoke she worked, mixing the salsa into cream cheese to cut the heat. She had some cornbread that she had made herself so it was the right texture to cut into slices- it would be the perfect accompaniment. She warmed up a little slow-cooked pork, tossing it with the peach salsa cream cheese mix, and put it between the cornbread slices with some shredded Monterey Jack, grilling it with butter to give the bread a crisp crunch.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go

“He set a jar next to her elbow- sriracha bacon jam. Brave man, to try spicy again. Gina smiled.
"This won't even be difficult." She slathered the jam on two pieces of thick white bread, then topped each side with American cheese slices, giving one slice a scoop of macaroni and cheese.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go

“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

“The recipe alone might have been a coincidence---sourdough bread with muenster, cheddar, apple jam, and honey mustard--- but BLB branded it with the exact name as theirs.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“So is this the Grandma's Special?"
The grin that bursts on my face almost cracks from the cold air. "Wow. My mom really does like you."
Pepper is poised with it in front of her mouth and raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you trust me?"
"Not a bit. Take a bite."
She does, and I prop my head on my palm and lean in close enough she has to muffle a laugh as she chews.
"Well?" I demand. "Finally willing to concede that our grilled cheese is vastly superior?"
She looks like she's about to give a begrudging nod, but then her eyes go wide. "The secret ingredient." She peels apart the grilled cheese, staring at it and then up at me, her face so incredulous. "It's sweet bell peppers?”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“There you have it, folks. A fitting end to the cheesiest romance ever told, and a love we can all brie-lieve in.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute