Grilled Opiates on Rye?

“This grilled cheese has too much cheese,” I would complain as a child. I probably felt that too much cheese would choke me if I wasn’t careful. But eventually, my tastes changed and I couldn’t get enough cheese. Whenever I got the craving, I would throw some cheese in the microwave. I was ever so careful so I wouldn’t burn my fingers on the hot bowl when I took it out scurrying off to the living room to sit in front of the TV with a steaming bowl of plain, melted cheese. I loved cheese with all of my heart. It held a special place in my psyche, right next to Captain Planet and Raphael (the red Ninja Turtle). I didn’t know that eating a bowl of melted cheese was weird until a friend came over to play. He laughed at how strange it was and made me self conscious about it. After that, I became a closet cheese junky.