waffle iron grilled cheese

Today's theme is the illogical, the inane, and the oh hell, why not, let's try it?  It is raining, it is freezing inside this apartment and short of wanting to build tents out of blankets like when I was five - the day screams for a cooking adventure.

I never had an Easy Bake Oven.  The excuse my mother gave my sister and me had to do with the expense of the miniature cake mixes, the cost of light bulbs and the possibility of an electrical fire. Oh, and I'm pretty certain she threw in a bit about not cleaning up after ourselves.  For this, I was probably marred for life and now blame my fascination with devising multiple uses for kitchen utensils on this missing childhood toy.   Take my waffle iron for example.  Hasn't seen a waffle since I've owned it, but it has in recent months become the new grilled cheese/panini press.