Day 17: Snack
Mr. Phish’s late-night snack: two grilled cheese sandwiches, washed down with a tall glass of Kool-Aid. It’s the snack of champions. And 13-year-old boys with outrageous metabolism. And 30-something boys who refuse to eat like grown-ups and still have the metabolism to get away with it.
The best thing about this photo is the cast iron skillet. A gift from Mr. Phish’s mom last Christmas. It makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches. Or so I hear.