This is one of the worst sandwiches I’ve ever had. And I have no one to blame but myself. (And the bread and the peanut butter.)
First, I’m weird about peanut butter and jelly together. I don’t know why but something about the thickness of the peanut butter and the slime of the jelly just doesn’t sit right in my mouth. My mouth and I much prefer peanut butter and honey sandwiches.
Second, this afternoon, I was starving. This is never a good place to be. I needed something to eat and it’s nearing the end of the week which means the pickings are slim. There was an old loaf of sprouted bread and half a jar of peanut butter in the fridge. (We buy the natural kind of peanut butter that needs to be stirred and stored in the fridge–it’s a lot of work. But it’s not full of sugar.)
Sometimes, healthy food just doesn’t work. The fancy pants sprouted bread ripped when I tried to smear the fancy pants peanut butter on it. The peanut butter may have been organic and natural, but it was also cold and it just shredded the bread. An utter disappointment. And I ate it anyway.
Sadly, this photo really doesn’t capture the degree of grossness of this sandwich. And I apologize for harping on a first world problem. This nasty, torn-up sandwich, though, was really an apt metaphor for a day of confusion and disappointment (well, the whole day wasn’t that way). What am I doing here? And why am I wasting my time on this travesty of a lunch?
Tonight at dinner, my spouse says to me, “Why didn’t you just toast the bread?”
Well, hell. Why didn’t I just toast the bread? The bread would have been harder, more durable, and the peanut butter would have softened on the warm bread.
I promised myself the photo-a-day project wouldn’t become a catalog of food pictures or an advice blog. But now that I’ve shown a picture of food, I need to offer some advice, namely to myself: when life serves me a craptastic lunch, I am going to toast it first.
Hope McAllister Miller 