... is pretty much the worst name for a dish in the world. If you are anything like me, you remember seeing this on the Denny's menu during Sunday brunch with your family and wanting to order it, but couldn't bring yourself to say "Hi, I'll have the Moons over my Hammy, please". Ditto for Ihop: I will NOT utter the phrase "Rutti Tutti Fresh and Fruity Breakfast", even if I am in the US. I might be on vacation, but I cannot take a vacation from my sanity.
On Saturday, I wanted some kind of ridiculous breakfast like this, after taking an epic walk around the city. When thinking about what to eat/make, I thought of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, which is great anytime but particularly lately because it's colder than a whore's heart in Vancouver right now. For me grilled cheese is probably the same as it is for you: cheddar, maybe tomato, in between regular bread. But this is a fucking cooking blog. So I made a gourmet version:
Big Daddy's Grill Cheese (served best in cold weather)
- two thick slices of sourdough bread
- half a tomato, thinly sliced
- red onion to taste, thinly sliced
- 4-5 slices of double-cream brie cheese
- 4 slices of honey ham
Heat a skillet to medium heat with a little olive oil. Lay down bread, cheese, onion, tomato and ham (in that order).
Delicious, satisfying and no need to order anything embarrassing. Win-win.