Think about how many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches a person makes and eats in their life time. We start eating them at around age four or five, and continue pretty hot and heavy on them for the next five to eight years, figuring out how to make them for ourselves by age seven or eight. Then by the teenage years, the taste for the sandwich fades, replaced by fast food and Hot Pockets.
For some, there’s a brief retro/budget driven phase in college where the sandwich becomes a staple. Then, the next thing you know it there’s a four-year old living in your house, and without a thought, you’re making another eight years of PB&Js, downing a few here and there out of exhaustion. You’ll make yet even more as a grandparent. By my count, from womb to grave, you made or ate over 2,500 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in all.
My personal PB&J count was reduced severely when I was about twelve because my mom went on a severe health kick, practically eliminating sugars from the household. If you’ve never had this all natural, sugar free peanut butter, consider yourself blessed for your ignorance. My memory of that peanut butter is very similar to the one that I have of a third world gruel that I once tried at a Christian Summer camp. It was meant to help me understand the hardships children in those countries experienced.
The thing about this sandwich is it never quite gets old. I haven’t eaten one in years, but today I made one, swearing that I would save half for my daughter. I ended up having to make an extra half. The secret to my peanut butter and jelly sandwich is that I lay down a thin layer of butter on one of the halves before I spread the peanut butter on top. Let me tell you something brother, a little extra butter makes all the difference!
There’s a little history on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, like that our boys in WWII ate the hell out of them, but most of it is really sketchy, so I’m not going to regurgitate any more of it here. Certainly the holiday is completely bogus, but I’m thankful for the excuse to revisit the PB&J. I know I should be eating more since my daughter is seven, but she really doesn’t like the jelly. That’s why we eat peanut butter and butter sandwiches in my house. Please don’t report me.
See you Tuesday for National Chocolate Mousse Day!