Happy Mother’s Day with Granny’s Grilled Cheese


In the last two years nothing has brought more happiness into my world than these two. As much as I love my grand-daughter the more joy comes from witnessing my very own daughter be a mother. For the girl who never played with dolls or preferred never to babysit and barely made it through the summer as a camp counselor she astonishes me with her love and patience with her baby girl. Her quiet teaching, her ingenuity, her juggling of quality time and her natural instincts are inspiring.


She is the best mom I have ever known and I am so extremely proud to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.


Never a fan of the yellow single wrapped cheese, my very own mother (aka Granny) made a really great grilled cheese she called “mozzarella en carroza” for me. Using an old box grated she would shred “the expensive” cheese into a giant pile and then pack it between slices of white bread, dip it in egg and fry it in olive oil. I loved it then and still love it now. I make variations on the theme, but Annabelle enjoys the classic and does a pretty good cheese pull. Generations of love made edible.

Mozzarella En Carroza

  • Servings: 2
  • Difficulty: easy
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1 cup shredded or thinly sliced mozzarella cheese

4 slices Country white buttermilk bread

1 egg

1-tablespoon milk

Pinch of salt and pepper

Olive oil for shallow frying

Divide cheese between two bread slices. Top each with a second slice of bread. Gently press together. Trim crusts off, if desired. On a flat plate, lightly beat egg with milk, salt and pepper. Dip sandwiches in egg coating both sides well. Heat olive oil in skillet over medium heat. Add sandwiches. Cook turning until both sides are golden brown and cheese is melted. Makes 2 sandwiches.


Grief Inspired Sandwich That’s Italian

fresh mozzarella, proscuitto and roasted red peppers

fresh mozzarella, proscuitto and roasted red peppers

It’s been 4 years, 4 months and 14 days since William died. I have grown leaps and bounds through this grief experience, but surprisingly still learning how to deal. I must be a slow study or maybe, just maybe, this is typical of the grief process when one loses a bright light in their life.

goodness knows what he was about to do to his sister

goodness knows what he was about to do to his sister

At this stage, most days are typically filled with happy thoughts of William. The boy was a crack-up in most situations and filled with fun surprises. He was a double-dog dare me kind of guy who constantly kept us entertained with his antics. Swallow a live fish? Sure, no problem. Jump into an ice covered lake? He wouldn’t think twice. Dress in camo, soldier crawl the lawn and crash a neighbor’s party hiding under their deck? All in a day of the life of William. These memories just make me smile or sometimes laugh out loud. I am so grateful to have them.

the annual plunge into a frozen Lake Quassapaug

the annual plunge into a frozen Lake Quassapaug

On the other hand, this summer brought some surprisingly dark days that I did not quite understand. After watching a wedding video of a mother-son dance I was a complete mess. What the hell? I did not even know these people, yet watching that groom smile into his mother’s eyes I knew I wanted some of that and could not have it. And then there are those college graduations. Those are the memories with William that I want so bad, but never will have. I only, this week, recognized that those are my triggers. It’s what I did not get to have with William rather than what I did have that causes me grief.

don't even want to know what he lit on fire

don’t even want to know what he lit on fire

It’s just sad until I remember that I did have a dance with him the night before he graduated high school. I am holding on tight to the night he agreed to hold my hand while I twirled around him. The poor guy was on crutches at the time, but that didn’t stop him from smiling into my eyes and giving his mama this beautiful memory.

Oh, happy day his high school diploma in hand

Oh, happy day his high school diploma in hand

It’s 64 days, 16 hours and 6 minutes until I compete in the sandwich category at the World Food Championships. Trying to reign in on just a few ideas has been difficult until William popped into my head. William had a favorite deli-cious sandwich. Whenever he was home we would jump into the car and make our way over to Waterbury’s Avventura Market and Deli. He adored their “Avventura Special” which was a grilled ciabatta of mozzarella, prosciutto and roasted red peppers. Thanks for the help, William. I know you are still here cheering me on.sandwich

The way one layers a sandwich is a personal matter. I leave it up to you to play with these ingredients and add or subtract as much meat, cheese, pesto and peppers as you like. Make your own perfect and inspired sandwich creation. When it comes from your heart it is guaranteed delicious.

Memory of the Avventura Special Sandwich

1 small clove garlic

3/4 cup packed basil leaves

¼ cup fresh celery leaves

2 tablespoons walnut oil

1-teaspoon fresh lemon juice

¼ cup toasted walnuts

¼ cup grated parmesan cheese

½ teaspoon sugar

¼ teaspoon kosher salt

2 ciabatta rolls, split

1 ball fresh mozzarella, sliced

6 slices prosciutto

1 red bell pepper, roasted, peeled, seeded, sliced

2 teaspoons hickory smoked balsamic vinegar or plain balsamic syrup

shredded fresh basil

With food processor running drop garlic through feed tube and process until finely minced. Add basil, celery leaves and oil; pulse until combined. Add lemon juice, walnuts, parmesan, sugar and salt; blend until smooth scraping down sides of bowl, if needed. Spread generous amount of pesto evenly on bottom half of each roll. On top of the pesto evenly layer desired amount of the mozzarella, prosciutto and peppers. Drizzle peppers with balsamic, sprinkle with some shredded basil and cover sandwich with roll top. Gently press sandwich together. Grill sandwich in a lightly greased Panini maker or on a griddle, pressing with a weight, for 2 to 3 minutes per side or until golden brown.

Genovese Basil: gotta love my garden

Genovese Basil: gotta love my garden