A Good Grilled Cheese Can Bring You to Your Knees

And my dad’s was killer

Odette Williams photo

When I was a kid, my dad used to cook like he was camping, even when he wasn’t.

In the early ‘80s, my parents owned a Volkswagen Kombi camper van that we’d take on road trips to beaches and campgrounds up and down the east coast of Australia. It had a self-contained kitchen with a mini-fridge, gas burner, sink, and…