L.A. isn't exactly known for its seasons, which was one of my biggest hesitations when I moved from San Francisco. I have a love/hate relationship with the perpetually warm weather, since it makes it difficult to embrace certain times of year that kind of need to be cold/chilly/below 72°. On Sunday night though, there was a drastic shift in temperature and within minutes, there was a chilly breeze moving through our place. I was planning on serving cream of tomato soup anyway (recipe here), but it was nice that we didn't have to sweat through the meal. And since soup isn't complete without a sandwich to anchor it, we made grilled cheese that brought me right back to my childhood.