Tuna Melts

When I was a kid, my sister Valerie, usually made tuna melts for lunch on Saturdays. I hated them! Ugh, she loved onions and used a lot of them. After she died, I don't think I ever had tuna melts again.

When I was in Oregon, with my sister Gloria, I learned to make tuna fish sandwiches in the West Coast style using dill weed, sour cream, onion, and chopped dill pickle on sourdough bread.

This weekend, I thought I'd make Gloria's version of tuna fish and melt some cheese over it under the broiler like Valerie used to do. Only, I have never put anything under the broiler before. I had my freshly baked bread, my tuna fish, and my Velveeta all assembled on a pan and put it under the broiler. Remember, I've never done this before - "5 minutes under the broiler that oughta be long enough", I said to myself. I set the timer, went in to play with Jacob and then I smelled something burning. I pulled open the drawer to black, smoking, hockey pucks on a pan!

I turned my oven on, made another sandwich, and cut more Velveeta. 10 minutes later, I had my tuna melts. I thought of my sister and enjoyed my sandwich. I opened the windows to let out the smoke.

Jeremy later informed me that 2 minutes under the broiler would have been plenty! He also informed me that the broiler in an electric oven is very different than in a gas oven. Edna had an electric oven, ours is gas. Knowing what I know now, I think I'll call for help before attempting the broiler again!