Still addicted to cheese: is there a support group for that?

The grilled cheese is a gift from gods on high,

A monument to storms so blustery.

I curl up, watch the rain droplets pass by

And munch on mozzarella buttery.

Best friends with soup, the grilled cheese likes to swim—

Some lentil, chicken noodle, or potato.

With beans and broccoli my bowl does brim,

But I like grilled cheese most dipped in tomato.

Though perfect in a chilly thunderstorm

Or as the end to worn out sleepy days,

This sandwich is not fit for summers warm;

I much prefer a juicy fruit buffet.

While strawberries are sweet and apples tart,

Grilled cheese will always stay close to my heart.

I mostly focused on fixing the meter that was off by fixing words that either didn't fit the stress pattern or sounded too forced in order to fit the stress pattern. Also, I tried to keep a healthy balance of enjambment in the sonnet.

P.S. This is the grilled cheese maker my husband and I received as a wedding present. It's pretty snazzy!