Process

On a cool summer days the breeze softly flows through the open windows of the two story 1930's style ranch home my grandparents, parents and now I have grown up in. Tip toeing around dirty and clean clothes thrown a strew on the hard wood floors, reaching down I grab a T-shirt taking a big whiff my eyes begin to water, nose cringe and its flung quickly against the opposite wall. Now that my eyes are fully open the time of day become surreal, the sun no longer lingers through the shades of my east facing window, but is hanging out above the house. I begin my descend across the room arriving at my open doorway met by a swift punch to the groin by my little turd of a brother and buckle in pain falling to my knees shouting "Im gunna kick your ass when I catch up to you!" That is when the smell struck me like a freight train speeding out of control down the tracks. Immediately  my fa smile begins on my face  and the pain quickly fades away the need for a shirt is forgotten and i run down the hallway grab the banister on the stairs and fling myself around down the first five steps skip the next few and leap off the remaining seven steps like it was nothing knew. When i round the corner I see my little brother on the other side of the table with a a terrified smile one his face like he does not really know if he should be standing there but he knows that my mom is in the same room so she wont let me touch him. At the stove my mother stands with a griddle and a spatula in hand,. Set up on the table is the brown tub of country crock margarine top already off and sitting beside it butter knife resting across the top of the seemingly five pounds of margarine. Laid out beside the butter sits a clear container shape like a piece of cheese with the top open showing stacked to the brim of Kraft cheese. My mom stands there in a pair of blue jeans and an old brown tattered t shirt she got from working a summer camp about fifteen years ago and being the only pregnant worker there.  She calls out to me " Zach are you ready for some lunch," without missing a beat "of course can I help today." Grabbing the recipe I glance over it and read out what we are going to need

2 Slices of Wheat bread
Margarine of choice
2 Slices of Cheese (Kraft)
Garlic
Spatula
Butter knife
Griddle

The only ingredient not already out was the wheat bread, opening the cabinet poking around Sams Club specials of pop tarts, crunchy peanut butter, fruit snacks, and Nacho Cheese Doritos, grab the Sarah Lee Wheat Bread twist the tie off and toss it to the back side of the counter top. "Okay mom what do we do to start?" The run down of instructions followed such a broad and open ended question I just laid out for my mom.
First off we need to Pam spray the pan, throw down a spoon full of margarine and warm up the pan so the margarine takes the shape of the entire pan. Next you want to grab one piece of bread in your left head and spread the margarine evenly on the top working from the inside toward the outside in a circular motion. Turning up the heat underneath the pan plop your now evenly coated bread into the pan butter side down. Repeat the process with the second piece of bread and toss beside the first. Now we need to grab the cheese and place it on top of the first side of bread you put down. Waiting patiently until the cheese and bread become inseparable, you need to flip the first piece on top of the other. Now this is where the process becomes a little tricky, I still cannot perfect it. You have to judge how long each side will rest against the pan. Flipping back and forth to much and you wont melt your cheese but flipping not enough will cause you to toast one side of the sandwich to long. You want a evenly crispy sandwich with circular line running around the edge,  but not burnt to a crisp so much that you spend more time scrapping the burnt off than you do eating the sandwich. Once that point is met you sprinkle a little garlic on the top and around the pan flip two more time and serve cut diagonal into pieces with Doritos of your choice.
Standing over the oven a smile grew from ear to ear causing the bottoms of my teeth to peek through the empty space. The over head fan spun around faster than a figure skater landing a triple axle, stirring the combination of summer breeze and burning cheese through the kitchen. Out the kitchen window two blue jays chase each other through the falling limbs of our weeping willow. As the brown and black speckled beagles howl as they pick up the scent of an early morning rabbit that bounced moseley across the yard. My brother had now escaped the house jumped on the lawn mower and went to town on the tall dry grass of the front lawn. Scared from the noise of the lawn mower a pair of swirls launched them self from the oak tree and deep into the branches of the weeping willow never to be seen again. Sitting sown my moms slides a plate across the bar loaded with Nacho Cheese Doritos and the most beautiful and delicious Grilled cheese I had ever seen. The edges just turning black the butter was burned in a circle motion where the edge of the knife had run thin, and all the way from the inside to the out what crispy not a soft spot in the entire sandwich. Before the end of my first bite My mom yells out at me "Son Where is the stupid twist tie?'