Grilled Cheese

"You’re eating half this grilled cheese."

"I enjoyed my apple with peanut butter earlier, I’m good."

"EAT. THE. GRILLED. CHEESE." 

I didn’t dare refuse. I picked it up and ate it, like an obedient child, one bite at a time. Caramelized onions, goat cheese, gruyere, and bacon — divine. Pure heaven in-between two slices of decadent brioche, along with a touch of fig jam. (I really should contact my under-cover-food-critic friend to learn how to write a proper analysis and review.) My mouth continues to water. I think I’m drooling. 

I consider this a service, eating half her grilled cheese for her.

Though I’ll burpee tomorrow, I learned while sharing lunch. Listening, talking, and learning from someone who strengthens me, this was a good day. 

Thank you. Friend.