ummm, let me preface this by saying it was MANY years ago.... I had been dating my B/F (now Hubby) for some time and was finally making the three hour drive to meet his parents. We were leaving early in the morning, and I thought it would be nice to have some sustenance for the trip, so pulled out my hot pocket sandwich maker, feeling like a true gourmet, I might add. It was about 5am, and I buttered my fluffy white bread, readying my processed sheese for the grill. At that age, the idea of grilled cheese sandwiches was VERY appealing, even with Kraft singles. I got everything ready, with a thermos of cocoa for me, coffee for him and we hit the trail. I couldnt wait to dig into my breakfast, but wanting to be generous, I offered my honey the first one. As I merrily chewed on my cold, greasy sandwich, I realized there were strange noises coming from the drivers seat. I looked over and realized that he was having a hard time steering and chewing, which I thought was rather strange....until I realized that I had forgotten to take the plastic wrapper from his slice of cheese prior to putting it in the sandwich maker, so he was wrestling with a cold, greasy piece of plastic in the middle of his sandwich . Needless to say, I was MORTIFIED, and to this day I have to smile when I think of grilled cheese sandwiches...