PB&J

The material that holds my world together.  Imagine if you will a world that allows you the freedom to put candy and protein together between two slices of soft chewy goodness.  Now imaging that same world letting you choose to call that recipe Breakfast, Lunch, Snack OR Dinner.  What a fabulous world that is.  This magical food is a staple in my life.

Welcome to my world.

PB&J

Likely one of the first foods as a child you were allowed to make on your own.  I love the sticky mess my kids leave behind when they get the chance to make their own.  Sticky peanut butter jars and butter knives left out.  Jelly containers with peanut butter inside of them.  Bread bags left open.  Jelly on the floor.  Crumbs on the counter.  It’s a rare moment that a mess of such magnitude doesn’t bother me because I know the freedom it brings.  Not to mention the absolutely delicious reward they each made for themselves. 

PB&J

Different strokes for different folks.  The many ways that PB&J is made in our household alone would suggest the potential for a recipe book.  I like, LOVE, mine to have ample supply of creamy peanut butter and an equally large amount of our sugar heavy homemade cherry jelly, all spread lovingly between two pieces of good ol’ white bread.  My wife differs greatly in style.  For her, a quality PB&J consists of two pieces of thin cut whole wheat bread a light slathering of crunchy peanut butter and followed by a thin layer of the same cherry jelly.  For her it’s a decedent treat that is there mostly for flavor, however packing a slight fulfillment in the hunger arena.  My kids, all four of them, have a recipe of their own.  Max likes light on the creamy peanut butter heavy on the store bought grape jelly.  Ivy, a fan of mom’s traditional snack, goes similarly with the thin coating of each only switching out the wheat bread in favor of the white.  Axl, peanut butter only please on white bread.  Ace, what can I say, my wife found a chocolate peanut butter once and now my boy has to go to rehab.  If Ace were to be left for dead on a deserted island somewhere in the south pacific I’m sure he would be ok with that as long as you left him with a 55gallon drum of chocolate peanut butter (or Nutella) and an endless supply of bread.

PB&J

Going on a long road trip?  Going on the cheap?  Take PB&J.  Trying to save $$ for that new BMW? A PB&J sandwich can be made for well under a quarter each! Need to pack a lunch for a long hike and don’t want to take a cooler?  PB&J!  How about a post/pre workout meal comprised of just the right mix of protein, fat and carbs? PB&J!

PB&J

This food was obviously not created by man as the power is far beyond what we can imagine. Wars would end on the spot if MRE’s contained a fresh sandwich and a cold glass of fresh milk.  Famines throughout the world could be solved with a loaf of bread and a couple jars of peanut butter.  Obviously there was some higher power involved with the succulent creation.  Perhaps that answer to that age old question regarding the meaning of life could be surmised in three letters……. PB&J

I could go on for days about this magical food, but I need to get some nourishment at some point.  Perhaps a PB&J?