On grilled cheese sandwiches
José Pablo Fernández GarcíaWhen I took the first bite, I instantly knew I was home. Much like the scene in “Ratatouille” where the food critic Anton Ego has a flashback to his childhood upon tasting the ratatouille served to him, I remembered all the previous times I had eaten grilled cheese at home. The warm, gooey center of cheese between the buttery, crispy-on-the-outside-but-soft-on-the-inside bread slices brought me a sense of inner warmth and joy.