For laughs today, here’s the sandwich I know my kids would love. It’s a grilled mac and cheese. I’m not a fan, but NPR‘s Ian Chillag of The Salt says the only thing that could make it worse for you is if they deep fried it. Read the full story here.

In USA Today, columnist Craig Wilson calls attention to a study that says women find Wednesdays to be stressful and really not pretty especially around 3:30 p.m. It’s an interesting read about how weekends and stress catch up with us today. Read it here.

So have a grilled mac and cheese, and don’t let stress catch up with you today.

Pam Parker is the editor of Lake Erie LifeStyle, Her Times and House to Home at the Erie Times-News in Erie, Pa. She is the mom of three, stepmom to three and step-grandmom to one.  

I don’t know how we baby boomers survived as children. At least at my house. We grew up eating egg-salad sandwiches for lunch at school. They were slapped together on plain, old white bread, wrapped in cellophane and popped into a brown paper bag. There were no insulated bags at our house, and lunches were not refrigerated in the hallowed halls of the schools I attended. We left the house before 8 and ate lunch around noon. That’s a long time for an egg-salad sandwich to sit around.

I never got sick and I never got sick of eating egg salad sandwiches. Or fried egg sandwiches — also not refrigerated. Maybe it was the infusion of chocolate that saved us.

Today, my family rarely gets egg salad, post-Easter. That’s because we make deviled eggs every Easter, and they disappear on Easter Sunday. No matter how many I make, they’re gone. It is a protein punch with a little added fat.

Oddly, I am craving an egg-salad sandwich in a brown paper bag eaten while seated on a wooden, folding chair at wooden cafeteria table. Nostalgia at its eggstraordinary best.