I wish I knew why cold rainy days (look out the window!) make me crave a grilled cheese sandwich. I also wish I knew what childhood psycho/emotional conditioning makes me crave a mug of hot chocolate with my grilled cheese. This is a dangerous and nap-inducing comination. And it probably explains the wide range of sizes in my closet...

I still can't fight the sandwich, although I do make it with whole wheat bread, but I have gone to a less fattening version of the hot chocolate.  It's the little things, right?

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