Is there anything better than peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? (Hint: the answer is no). When I was a kid, I would eat a PB&J for lunch nearly every day. I’ve even eaten them for dinner before. I had a very special creation that I called my double-decker (bread > peanut butter > jelly > bread > peanut butter > jelly > bread). It’s safe to say that I was a huge fan of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
As I got older, I ate less and less of them. I was a young sailor on the move. I was living on my own, and I didn’t have time for that wonderful concoction of goodness. Then I had kids, and it was once again cool to have peanut butter in the house. I could make those stupendous meldings of flavors for lunch without worrying what people thought. I could always say that I was just making some for the kids, and I didn’t feel like making myself something different. Awesomeness had returned.
During my last deployment, those incredible creations of yumminess played a key role. I spent a couple weeks ashore in Djibouti which meant that I had to take anti-milaria pills for a little over a month. Everybody reacts to these pills differently, but it basically felt like I was getting continuously kicked in the stomach. For about 2 weeks, my entire caloric intake consisted of eating PB&Js in the back of the mess hall before I went to bed. They were literally the only food that I could keep down.
Now, I try to impart my knowledge of the correct sandwich maintenance upon my family, but it doesn’t seem to work. The kids are still too young to appreciate the fine art of sandwich creation, and my wife has her own ideas about the right method (which are completely wrong, by the way). My own tastes have changed over the years as well. I used to be a crunchy guy with grape jam, but now I’m much more partial to creamy with strawberry preserves. Of course, my wife does make a very nice homemade peach jelly which I’m quickly becoming a fan of. Now, I normally take one of these amazing little hunger reducers for lunch at least twice a week. It’s safe to say that I have once again become a PB&J fan.