We’re very happy to announce the WINNERS of One for the Table's first-ever BEST GRILLED CHEESE RECIPE CONTEST. We know we're a bit late with the results, but there were so many great recipes it was hard to choose the winners. In fact, we got so excited about the entries that we added a fourth prize for Best Written. Thanks to everyone who contributed. And a giant thank you to our amazing sponsor Grill on! FIRST PLACE: MACKENZIE SMITH Grilled Mozzerella and Sopressata with Basil Honey & Red Pepper Flake Butter Sandwich - 1 tablespoon of basil infus Combine 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes with one tablespoon of real salted butter, MIX. Coat one side of the bread in basil-honey, add layer using half of the mozz, add sopressata, rest of the mozz and coat one side of the remaining slice of bread with basil honey lay on top of sandwich. Coat both of the outsider sides of bread in red pepper flake butter and grill on medium-low for a few minutes until crispy, golden, and melted. Allow to sit for a minute and serve! |
Sandwiches
The Perfect Sandwich
Take Me to the Ballpark
It's hard to believe that baseball season is about to begin again. I
see bits and pieces on the news about players reporting to Spring
training. I see photos of fathers and sons dressed up in their player's
favorite jersey, watching an early practice, hoping to get an
autograph. The excitement is building of those summer nights at the
ballpark; that all-American warm, fuzzy feeling most folks associate
with baseball.
My thoughts are far from warm and fuzzy, more like torture and terror.
On October 30, 2007 at 2:30 am, my phone rings. I struggle to find the
phone, wondering who died. I hear a voice "Hello, this is Scheduling,
can I speak to Laura." All I can say is "yes?" "Laura, we have a trip
for you. You are going to fly to Denver and then to Boston and back to
Atlanta today." Excuse me, it's 2:30 am, is this a joke? When did we
start flying to these destinations in the middle of the night? I'm not
sure what I said but I get an answer.
"The Boston Red Sox won the World Series a few hours ago and by the
way, you are the Flight Attendant in charge." (I’ve since learned that
no team would jinx their chances of winning by booking the plane home
before they actual clinch the trophy.)
Ode to a Sandwich
My family likes sandwiches. My present husband had his bachelor party at Langer’s. The day before our wedding, while I was at a ladies’ lunch thrown by my sisters, my husband, his son, my son, his daughter’s boyfriend, my brother-in-law, and one of my nephews went to Langer’s Deli (across the street from MacArthur Park) and ordered pastrami sandwiches, lots of them, I understand, more than one apiece. And it was further evidence to me that I was marrying the right person.
In our family, we think of sandwiches as comfort food. The slightest thing, a bad grade, a lost soccer game, a minor heartbreak can prompt any one of us to say, “How do you feel about a sandwich?” – which is code for: Let’s all jump in the car and go to the fish market in Malibu, Bay Cities in Santa Monica, Bryan’s Pit Barbecue in the Farmers’ Market...” or any number of other places where they have a great sandwich.
The Turkey Burger That Changed My Life
Do you regularly cook foods for people in your family that you yourself don't eat? I do. Turkey burgers.
I just don't get it. Jeff was raised on good old fashioned beef patties. Yet, given the choice today, he invariably chooses turkey over beef. I, in contrast, am a 100% grass-fed beef kind of gal. I prefer beef's tender texture and rich flavor. With the right beef, a burger is delicious even without condiments. (Not that I'm suggesting you do that.)
So when we have burgers, I usually make Jeff a turkey burger and me a hamburger. The last turkey burger I made for him, I topped with sauteed apples, Gruyere cheese, and sage mayo.
After the first bite, he said, "Oh, God, this is good."
I nodded, smiled, and took a big bite out of my hamburger. He took another bite. "Sue, seriously, you've gotta taste this turkey burger. It's awesome."
"But, I don't like turk--"
"Just one bite. Come on."
Cheese & Poetry
We're not sure who makes these decisions...
April is not only National Grilled Cheese Month, but also National Poetry Month. In an effort to celebrate both, The Pop Shop in Collingswood, New Jersey, is holding their 3rd Annual Cheesy Poetry Contest, which honors the best poem, ode or haiku about the joy of eating grilled cheese at their shop.
Since they make over 30 different types of grilled cheese, they are clearly a great place to find inspiration. The contest is open to all ages with two winners being selected – one adult and one child.
To enter, e-mail This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. by April 24th. For full contest rules and more information about the joys of Grilled Cheese go to The Pop Shop.
Living in California, my only problem is how to collect the free lunch when I win.
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