say cheese

Poor Mamop has been on a campaign to healthy up Bobby the whole time I've known her. She puts out the healthy wheat bread but Bobby takes the big white sourdough. Then he piles about a half pound of sharp cheddar on it. Then he fries it so the cheese melts out onto the pan so that the sandwich has cheese fried on the outside and in. This is a nine inch sandwich.
But there is a ray of hope because every night for the past two weeks, Bobby rides the stationary bike upstairs in the attic for over a half hour. Right before he comes downstairs for his giant bowl of ice-cream.