Grilled Cheese Nite

This past Sunday, I hosted an unofficial Supper Club. It wasn’t seven people (more like 20!), they weren’t strangers (they were dear friends!) and it was the simplest of suppers. It was magnificent.

First, I’d like to apologize for this stock photo.

WAIT.

No, I’m not going to apologize. I’m sorry I didn’t take my own darn picture of the 12+ types of cheese I bought for this little get-together, but you know what? I was just TOO DARN BUSY EATING CHEESE. So - a stock photo is what you get.

Here are the steps to throwing your own GCN (Grilled Cheese Nite) party:

  1. Go to a nice grocery store (Safeway will not work here - too few specialty cheeses for too much dough!). Once you’ve found the appropriate store, BUY ALL THE CHEESES. That’s right, it doesn’t matter if you’re blowing the money you had put aside for your retirement, or your next vacation, or whatever. Just do it.
  2. Find a bakery. I’m lucky to work near Acme Bakery, which puts out nicest buns I’ve seen this side of Rio. But wait, buns are not what we’re looking for here! We want sourdough - golden, taut loaves of San Francisco sourdough.
  3. Invite the nicest, most fun people you know. Worried they won’t come? Believe me, at the simple mention of drippy, ooey-gooey cheese and buttered bread they will drop their Sunday night AA meeting plans and run straight toward your cast-iron skillet.
  4. Assign your housemates to man the music playlist and the wine (because, let’s face it, they’re better DJs and bartenders than you’ll ever be). 
  5. Put the bread and cheeses out with some knives, tuna, tomatoes, arugula, bacon, pesto, peppers, and basil. Allow guests to create their own masterpieces. 
  6. Grill, baby, grill.  
  7. Eat with tomato soup. See recipe here
  8. Repeat.

…And that’s it! Since Grilled Cheese Nite was so successful, I’ll definitely do it again. I’ve never had an easier time getting people to come out to West Oakland. Please join us next time, won’t you?

Love,

Sophie 

PS. Here’s some of the artwork created by my friends. I like to put butcher paper on the tables and leave oil pastels out for them to play with. Good artists, are they not?