T.S. Eliot was wrong; April really isn't the cruelest month after all. Any month that honors jazz appreciation, poetry and grilled cheese is on the right track.
Celebrating the former is this snippet from New York Magazine that Hollaback Girl sent to me this week. The visual alone worked wonders--grilled cheese is my version of Valium. Enjoy!
http://nymag.com/daily/food/2007/04/sandwiches_of_the_week_in_cele.html
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