When I was a kid, my dad was on a mission. He had an ancient and fond memory of a puffed, toasted cheese on toast, and he set out to reproduce it. His version used a tub of spreadable, sharp cheddar, plus mustard, mayo, salt, and pepper, and it was done in the toaster oven. A few years later, when he bought a giant, illegal (for a house) restaurant stove, he'd tuck them under the flames of the salamander until he achieved bubbly goodness. I am not sure if he ever reached his goal, but I loved being his test subject. He would never add onions, as I have, but it seemed a worthy addition. This is now my memory and I can do what I want with it.

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