The original happy meal
The time is right for this souped-up take on the cafeteria classic

I somehow made it through childhood with minimal exposure to what I now realize was, for many, a cherished part of growing up: a grilled cheese sandwich alongside a bowl of tomato soup.

This iconic lunch combo, as American as a burger, wasn’t in my parents’ cooking rotation, and my friends were hippies or Korean and it wasn’t on their menus either. And forget about school lunch. It only entailed a sloppy Joe or two, and one of those reddish dry slabs they shamelessly called “pizza.” I learned at an early age the importance of packing a lunch. I was dimly aware that school lunch eaters sometimes had grilled cheese and tomato soup but was never all that intrigued.

Not that I could have learned at school the joy of biting into the glistening edge of a dunked grilled cheese, at once crusty and soggy, dry and wet, acidic and fatty, melty and cheesy. But I can now see how, for many, this dish was eye-opening.

It’s also a hearty meal, a complete source of protein and Vitamin C, which is why during the Great Depression cafeterias stockpiled cans of tomato soup and grilled cheese materials. I knew none of this until a L.A.-based client reached out, asking if I would investigate a certain Depression-era meal from southwest Montana.

“My Grandma Fay, who lived in the Bitterroot Valley up the Burnt Fork, used to prepare tomato toast, which was basically a piece of toast smothered with a creamy tomato sauce. She probably used real cream back in the day, topped with a cooked egg if you had ’em.”

I never did track down Grandma Fay’s recipe, but the research, and the keywords involved, occasionally brought me to corners of the web occupied by crusty grilled cheese sandwiches and smooth, tangy tomato soup.

The archetypes and keywords were on my mind when a friend of the column and noted novelist Chad Dundas (most recently: The Blaze), tweeted despairingly, “Perhaps my biggest disappointment as a father so far is my children’s unwillingness to recognize the splendor of pairing grilled cheese sandwiches & tomato soup. They could take or leave it & I’m considering petitioning for a DNA test.”

The nuance of the discussions in the comments to his Tweet included topics like how best to cut the sandwich (corner to corner), and spirited spat over chunky tomato soup. One chap had a thing for Goldfish crackers swimming in the soup.

Dundas may not be Grandma Fay, but I knew I needed this man of letters as my guide, like Dante needed Virgil. He’s not looking for angles to improve upon perfection. The soup is Campbell’s. The bread is white. The cheese is orange.

I brought those ingredients home, and the next thing you know, I’m making the combo for my kids, who wolfed it down like it was their first taste of food. Soon, my kids’ hungry, unmasked friends were over, also wanting food. When the dust settled, I had stuffed six little bellies for about $7.

That night, feeling deviant, I texted Dundas. “Have you added any something-something in the intervening years of single and family living? Any secret sauce you bust out when everyone is asleep and you need some midnight power?”

He didn’t text back, and I felt awkward.

Alone to my own devices, and in honor of Grandma Fay’s tomato toast, I worked on cooking an egg in the middle of the grilled cheese, which turns out to be pretty tasty, like a cheesy egg-in-a-nest. Then I turned my attention to the soup.

The Campbell’s label suggests mixing the contents with a can of milk or water, which if done right also salvages whatever soup clings to the can – an important Depression-era trick. But I found milk dulled the tomatoey sharpness, which lessened the dramatic contrast between soup and sandwich. The soup already has bread mixed in, which adds a certain bisque-like creaminess, even without cream.

If you have serious soup eaters, water is the way to go, but I kept finding leftover soup after the sandwiches were long gone. Now I leave it thick, with added garlic, black pepper and hot sauce.

Finally, Dundas got back to me, after having given it some thought. He suggested perhaps making a second sandwich. It was a bit too little, and a bit too late. But hey, Virgil only brought Dante within sight of the summit.

This time of year, when the heirlooms taste like soup and are so ripe you can suck the juice out of them, consider using fresh tomatoes in the sandwich. Just now, while you still can. And then, back to the Campbell’s.

Grilled Cheese and Egg Sandwich

1 14-oz. can Campbell’s Tomato Soup

4 tablespoons olive oil

½ teaspoon black pepper

1 large clove garlic, pressed, mashed or minced

2 pieces sliced bread, preferably white

The equivalent of two Kraft Singles, preferably cut from a finer, if similarly hued, block of cheese. Cut each slice into long rectangles the width of a chopstick.

1 egg

Optional: hot sauce

In a heavy-bottomed saucepan, heat two tablespoons of oil on medium. When the oil is hot, add the garlic and pepper. After about a minute of fragrant stir-frying, add the soup to the sizzling garlic oil, mixing it quickly. After a minute of heat, turn it off and make the sandwich.

To a heavy-bottomed pan pre-heated to medium, add a tablespoon of oil. Swish a piece of bread around the pan like you’re mopping up gravy, and then add the cheese. Make a frame with your thin rectangles of cheese around the edge of the bread, and crack the egg in the middle. Add the second piece of bread. Pour the last tablespoon of olive oil to the top of the upper slice. When you smell the bottom start to burn, flip the sandwich and cook the same amount of time on the other side. Allow it to cool to a safe temperature, and slice corner to corner.