Melted Cheese

I have a memory from when I was very young that sticks with me and  pops into my mind every couple of weeks. I give into the memory every couple of years. A plate of melted old cheddar cheese, not that healthy a thing. The memory is of my mother making melted cheese for my brother Doug and I. She did it over the wood stove. She cut a cube of cheese, opened the lid of the fire box of the stove. Holding the cube of cheese in the flames with a fork until it was melted and crispy on the outside. It is a memory that bring a smile and gives me a nice feeling.  I can’t duplicate exactly what she did so I have had to do something similar to satisfy my memory craving. I grate about a cup and a half of old cheddar cheese and spread…