I climbed out of the warm bed because our hunger could not be dismissed after he told me about his mother making perfect hamburgers for breakfast which spurred me to admit I make a perfect grilled cheese sandwich and happened to have all the ingredients right out there in that kitchen of mine, including the thinly sliced Pepperidge Farm white sandwich bread and extra sharp cheddar cheese, prompting him to say foolishly that he thought American cheese might melt better when we all know it’s the sharpness in the cheddar that, in the absence of other flavors (except for very good unsalted butter) creates a perfect bite of tangy, buttery, crunchy, smoothness allowing us to fall in love as we sat on my white kitchen counters in the pitch of night and savored the simplicity of life which rendered all previous troubles and unappetizing meals moot.