Well, the results are out. My sandwich, which I competed in the missionary position category, got 9th. Interestingly enough it was sandwich number 9. I haven't really written about my grilled cheese invitational experience. But I'm happy enough with the results. My inspiration was from a 3am twigsville recipe. I wore my silver evening gown and tawny's borrowed cherry apron. Someone took some photos of me, but I was being bitchy (sorry - I'm not usually like that). I grilled, I ate some sandwiches just for me and then I was overwhelmed by the number of people. I left at 11pm - disappearing into the anonymous night. Later I walked Romeo in my silver gown around the hood. We saw a Coyote. I love the GCI in concept, but in my reality experience, I must remember that I really do hate people in large numbers - and I shouldn't go places like that. Still, I was glad to have participated, to see many of my friends and to make sandwiches for them.
You want a number 9 sandwich? I'll grill one up for you right now.
Trade you sandwhich no. 13 for your 9
Posted by: bennifer | March 08, 2007 at 10:12 AM