With the exception of pasta with butter, it could be reasonably asserted that my favorite comfort food of all time is grilled american cheese on a plain bagel. I've yet to discover a feeling so fuzzy as being attired in pajamas, wedged into the corner of my microfiber couch, preferably watching Dr. Phil counsel a young, hopeless slut that perhaps she should stop biting her mother. This is the ideal setting for consumption of a savory snack. I dress it in some bells and whistles occasionally - like above, with ham and sriracha - and sometimes swap the bagel for an english muffin. But there's something to be said for an unadorned classic.
