With yesterday's deep-fried turkey post, and Thursday being Thanksgiving, I am making this Food Week at Stray Carrier Pigeon.
Day two:
A few weeks ago, I referred to the peanut butter and butter sandwich of my youth. This is a snack/meal that I loved to make. Today, I reprised it for lunch.
How was my dining experience? It wasn't a sandwich that I particularly enjoyed, although I did eat the whole thing (too much energy to fix something else). I chalk the pb&b up to youth and an immature palate. Bp& j is successful because it combines creamy peanut butter with sweet jelly. Just like butter and jelly on an English muffin (a pre-run favorite!). Or waffles with butter and syrup. Of the pb&b, I think Tom Coliccho would say it lacks flavor range.
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When I was nine, I lived for a time with my grandmother. I remember well the shock I received upon opening my Barbie lunch pail, unwrapping my sandwich from its wax-paper envelope and biting into a peanut butter and BUTTER mixture that completely wrecked my day. Even now I remain a purist, asking only that no one mess with my PB, not even adding the J.
How are you thin? I inhale and put on a pound.
My friend swears PB&B is a Canadian thing. She grew up in SoCal, though, and the lunches her Canadian parents packed her were a source of much elementary school angst.
Personally, for me leave out the PB and substitute sucrose. Not too much.
p.s. Is that a ponytail holder on your left wrist? Tee-hee.
My Nana always made me PB&B sandwiches when I was little...I still think they're delish!!!
I love peanut butter. I love butter. I may just have to try this!
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