This is a small little memory I wrote for Celeste Artimera: Masters of the Elements. 

-Olivia Koepp 

I got all of the materials out and started to make a grilled cheese sandwich . . . . In my mind it is going to be brilliant. It is going to have three different cheeses', American cheese, and Colby Jack cheese, and that yellow cheese that comes in that weird plastic wrap thing - which is not actually too bad, but only if you eat it with something and not just straight out of the wrapper.

So I got the three cheeses' and put them out, I grabbed a frying pan and turned the stove on to two on the big burner and every so carefully sliced a chunk of butter and put it into the pan for it to melt.

While the butter did its thing, I grabbed two slices of white bread. The amazing, ever - so - tasty, white bread.  I shredded the three cheeses' with a knife and piled it on my sandwich, then I took the stringed chicken from the fridge and started to layer that on my sandwich, on top of the "colorful" pallet of cheese's. After the chicken finished cooking I layered honeyed ham over the chicken. Then I put the slice of bread with all that deliciousness on the pan with all of the butter melted and ready to make the bread totally not stick to the pan. As the cheese began to melt on top of that I started to cut up some more cheese with the glorious cheese's and began piling them on top of the honeyed ham.

 I will say, it looks absolutely amazing. I can already feel my mouth watering too much. I then carefully added the top piece of bread to the top and got a spatula and carefully, ever-so-carefully, flipped the sandwich to the other side. The cooked side was an amazing brown, my mouth watered even more and I started to do a little jig as I waited for the other side to cook.

So while that side cooked I started to clean up my mess in the kitchen and once I was done, I took the triple cheese, chicken, honeyed ham supreme grilled cheese sandwich and sat down with a nice cold soda and ate it.

It was heaven.

And then I woke up, feeling very hungry . . . 

Okay, it isn't much. I actually wrote this during NaNoWriMo when I had a small bout of writers block and it got me back into the swing. If you read Celeste Artimera, you will see that it is thought of quite often. 

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-Olivia Koepp