
There is nothing in the food groups that pleases and satisfies my children more than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
It is the standard reply of “what would you like for dinner?” .
It is also my go to when I am too busy /tired /stressed /needing a bath, to make anything else.
There is apparently an art to making the perfect PBJ sandwich which involves making a dam of peanut butter and filling the hole with jelly.
I have tried putting the peanut butter and jelly on top of each other and swirling it around, then next I have bought the ready mixed kind in a jar but one son likes a lot of peanut butter and a little jelly and the other in reverse (of course they do). My go to is to spread one bread with PB and the other with jelly (grape , not raspberry as I once tried to substitute to great wails of dismay that the sandwich “tastes yukky”) and slap them together.
The preschool my youngest son goes to, does not allow the children to have peanut butter at the facility. I received an offending sandwich home near the beginning of term sealed in a double plastic bag and a stern reminder of the policy. He had picked up the wrong lunch box. You would have thought I had introduced the plague.
Who would have thought it would be the that important, but the PBJ is an American staple and favorite. When I was little I got a ‘cheesy piece’ , I never knew what peanut butter was until I was about 10 years old.
I believe Elvis Presley ate PB, banana and honey sandwiches , I’ll give it a go.


