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Grilled Cheese

I bought a book about grilled cheese. That's right--I said "grilled cheese." I have a panini press in my kitchen, and I am always looking for interesting ways to use it. When I was a kid, what I knew about grilled cheese was two slices of smushy Wonder Bread surrounding a rubbery slice of American process cheese, pan-fried in heaps of butter, and served with Campbell's cream of tomato soup. While those are fond memories, I would prefer something more grown up.

In my new book, I have learned something about the history of grilled cheese. It became popular in the States during the 1930s when it was known as "cheese dream." I also learned the British call them toasted cheese, and they are broiled instead of cooked stove-top. They should know, I suppose, since they have been eating them a lot longer than we have. In the 1700s, a book entitled The Experienced English Housewife gives instructions for "toasting a light wigg" and covering it with melted cheese.

I am looking forward to working my way through this book--it's got 50 recipes--but I'll start with this one:

Grilled Ricotta and Shrimp with Cilantro Pesto

Pesto:
1 bunch cilantro
1/2 cup pecans, coarsely chopped
2 oz. Parmesan cheese, grated
1/2 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons olive oil

2 tablespoons olive oil
8 slices sourdough bread, 1/4-inch thick
8 oz. ricotta cheese
Pepper
1/4 pound cooked shrimp

For pesto: Combine cilantro, pecans, cheese, and salt in the bowl of a food processor. Process until mixture becomes pastelike. Add 6 tablespoons olive oil and process until smooth. Set aside.

To assemble: Brush one side of each slice of bread with the 2 tablespoons olive oil. Place 4 slices on your work surface, oiled side down. Spread the pesto evenly on the 4 slices, followed by the ricotta, pepper to taste and the shrimp. Top with remaining 4 bread slices, oiled side up.

Heat in a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until heated through and toasted on each side--or use a panini press.

Great Grilled Cheese by Laura Werlin

Comments

dive said…
There really is a book devoted entirely to grilled cheese, Robyn?
Wow!
And it has a documented history, too!
That's quite disturbing.
We Brits still call it toasted cheese, by the way.
Here is my personal favourite:
Split a baguette in half lengthwise (ripping is better than cutting).
Toast it lightly.
Crumble on lots of yummy Stilton (not crappy Danish Blue; the real Mc.Coy).
Spoon oodles of mango chutney on top.
Toast till it bubbles.
Eat.
Roll around the floor in ecstasy.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm …
dive said…
That book isn't "scratch and sniff" by any chance, is it?
Scout said…
ooooo, I love mango chutney, but I can't find Stilton here. I have looked. The closest source is probably 45 minutes north, so maybe Danish blue won't be so bad, huh?
First time i think Robyn your food has not turned me on. Just talking about the first bit the cheese with lots of butter, pan fried with tomato soup. Euuuwww. I'd be in agony after all that anyway - gallstones. However, i love all the things you cook and suggest so i feel redeemed in this small yukky rather than yummy comment. Give me a low-fat choc cake anytime please. he he. (Seriously.. do you have a recipe?)
Dive your lunch sounds very good. Will try that definitely.
Oh Dive i think we should send Stilton to Robyn.
dive said…
YIKES!Robyn! Never use Danish Blue instead of Stilton! As a culinary crime, that would rank alongside using Cheez-Wiz for buffalo mozzarella!
Ew to the max!
dive said…
And Lynn, I rather think we should encourage Robyn to come to Stilton.
Scout said…
Oh my gosh! I have suggested a culinary crime!
Grilled cheese and cream of tomato soup was and sometimes still is a favorite comfort food for me. I do like to jazz it up a bit. The other day I cooked a sliced turkey,cheese with a slice of tomato and onion grilled on marble rye. it was yummy
Sassy Sundry said…
Mmmmmmm..... I've seen that book.
Gina said…
I love grilled cheese sandwiches, they are never given their due!

I'd like the one you posted, except for the fact I hate cilantro.
Anonymous said…
Ok, what is stilton cheese apart from something new to investigate?
Cheese is like my perfect food, I'd have it with everything if i could.
My favourite is deep fried camembert with cranberry sauce.
but for toasted sandwiches try this -

One slice of vienna bread toasted.
Fresh pineapple brushed with honey and mustard grilled on the barbeque, crispy bacon and melted cheese topped with a sprinkling of paprika.

hmmm, breakfast.
Vic said…
A book about cheese is also right up my alley. You're going to work your way through every recipe?

I'm not a fan of the recipe you posted, but Kate's ideas sound interesting.

I had an odd craving a few days ago the had me eating a cheddar, redcurrant jelly and white onion sandwich.

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