It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

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It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

Ever since I was a toddler, peanut butter has always been my comfort food. I eat a peanut butter sandwich practically every day. There's something very reassuring about it - it's almost like a ritual.

Today, for the first time ever, I tried peanut butter and raspberry jam. Mixed. A 'peanut butter jelly sandwich' as the Yanks would have it.

Now, you have to understand - this was a big thing for me. Huge. I have never contemplated combining peanut butter with any substance save bread and margarine. I always look forward to my peanut butter sandwich and to experiment would risk ruining the whole thing and missing out on my daily fix.

But you know what? Today felt different. Today, I knew something strange was going to happen. I took a piece of bread, and I spread peanut butter on it. I took another piece of bread, and I spread raspberry jam on it. At this stage, I could still kid myself I was making two separate sandwiches. After what seemed like a lifetime, I picked up the slice spread with jam, flipped it over, and pressed it down on top of the other slice. Christ on a bike, what a rush - I tell you, I felt like Edward Teller.

And guess what? It tastes *really* nice! Just goes to show, you should always be open to new things. Watersports next, methinks...

Ahhh, rokkitnite. I'll have you over for dessert yet. I've been trying to convince my Britfriends for AGES that peanut butter and jam (jelly, as we call it) sandwiches are manna from heaven. I've yet to find a brave soul (apart from you) who'll dare try it. *sighs longingly*
It's awesome, isn't it? Being adventurous has plenty of rewards. Are *you* adventurous, archergirl?
The bravest I've gotten with food was when I lived in Thailand. I went to a friend's wedding up in the northeast and stayed at his grandmother's house. For dinner she served us a traditional 'laap', which is nearly raw oxmeat mixed with basil and chillis served in a puddle of fresh blood, accompanied by sticky rice and morning glory shoots. Not as good as PBnJ, by a long shot. Now, to *other* kinds of adventurousness, well.... *giggle*
I tried sprouts last night for the first time since I was about 12, and didn't retch. I am now of the opinion that sprouts are *okay*. Unlike peanut butter, which I can't stomach.
Sprouts are good. You have to cook them a loooong time, in vegetable stock, until they're a faded olive green, for them to taste any good. Otherwise they're bitter. Peanut butter is still better. Rokkit, I'll bring you a jar of Laura Scudder's peanut butter from the States next time I go. You'll never eat Jiffy (or whatever) again. We can eat it together. (nudge nudge)
Dave loves sprouts. He'll eat frozen ones straight from the packet. He went on a vegetable diet once. Mainly sprouts. It was a testing time.
Yes, they're rather...malodorous at times, but so yummy!
I tend to be friends with adventurous girls, Archergirl. I don't know if you fit the bill. And John, you need to go for exciting food! Try a phaal from the Passage to India. They do take out. It'll change your life, I guarantee it.
Sprouts are only acceptable fried in butter, garlic and lard-ons!
'Adventurous' is relative, innit? Now, peanut butter and onion sandwiches, THAT'S adventurous.
Ha ha! Yes, I suppose to some people that would seem like an adventure. I guess your whole life can be an adventure if you open yourself up to it.
Your next step is to try a peanut butter, jam, and banana sandwich on whole wheat. Reminds me of my childhood, it does....
Aw man... you're a font of knowledge, a-g. You're going to have to educate me.
I can hear several Brits retching right now at the thought of peanut butter and banana... I think my general philosophy in life is, "I'll try anything, once." The trouble is, of course, if one likes it, one tends to do it again and again. The 'it' can be problematic, depending on the level of risk.. New foods? Fine. Jumping out of aeroplanes? Risky. Class A drugs? Don't go there! One gets pragmatic as one gets older, usually...
I think sometimes people can surprise themselves when it comes to adventurousness. If you've got used to boredom or disappointment, then you can lose that sense of entitlement that says, 'I deserve great things in my life! I deserve magic and passion and adventure!' But then something can happen - an event in your life, meeting someone who inspires you - and all those feelings come back. I don't think getting older necessarily means you lose that. Whenever you realise that fun and thrills are there waiting for you to grasp them - that's when you start living.
they are those things that grow on pera trees...you know the ones that have partridges in them.
Are the cheese and jam butties nice, Liana? What type of cheese is it?
I saw a peranuts walking down the street...
I like cheese and marmalade sandwiches. Peanut butter and sliced banana on toast is a fail safe late night snack. Peanut butter and jam is lovely. Um... Cheese and mustard is nice too.
You know, before today I would have sneered at such a bizarre idea, but I'm a new man. I'll try it!
*shudder* cheese and jam!
Madness, I tell you. I know there -are- some Brits out there who eat peanut butter; they're just thin on the ground compared to the States, where just about everyone eats the stuff in vast quantities. Then again, Americans consume everything in vast quantities. Hum. I don't think getting older necessarily means you lose your sense of adventurousness, rokkit, but you become a bit more discerning about what you choose to call an 'adventure'. In the stupidity of youth, everything is an adventure because you have no framework against which to compare; therefore you're more likely to do something foolhardy (men having mid-life crises and buying Harleys notwithstanding...). I like to have an adventure at least once a month where I do something 'not usual' - go somewhere different, eat something different, etc. Life is far too short to do the same thing all the bloody time...
Oohh, and mature farmhouse cheddar and pickalilli sarnies; now, THEY'RE yummy.... or strong cheese and Marmite with yellow (American style) mustard. Mmmm!
Well, I've been pretty cautious the last few months, so today felt like a big adventure to me. And stupidity's not all bad. Some of the best experiences of my life have come from doing things that, in conventional terms, where 'stupid'. Romantic love's pretty stupid, if you think about it. At my happiest when at my stupidest, I am.
Well, there's 'stupid', like falling in love with someone completely inappropriate (aren't they all?); then there's stupid like when I was 21 and hitchhiked solo across Europe and got abducted and nearly raped in Nice. Luckily, I escaped. But I never hitched again, because hitching alone when you're a slip of a girl is just stupid.
Doesn't sound stupid to me. It sounds like you were independent and really brave.
That I was, and am. But brave? Headstrong, perhaps. I still like to take risks. Just not the kind that put my life in danger.
I'm not talking about peril for peril's sake. I'm talking about doing stuff that deep down you've always wanted to do but have been afraid of.
Hah! There are always intrinsic risks involved in doing that; the risk of rejection being the biggest repercussion, sometimes! So what have you always wanted to do, but haven't dared do yet? (Or is it printable?)
There's not much I don't dare do. I pretty much do what I feel like. It means I come across as tactless and arrogant sometimes. I'm going to go to Japan though. I've been putting it off with loads of excuses to do with money, but I ought to just shut my mouth, stick it on a credit card, and get moving.
Yeah, just do it. Money comes and goes. You must be an Aries, or a Sadge. Anyway, I've dominated the forums all day. Very busy at the Council, I am, wasting taxpayers' money. Must go home now. See everyone tomorrow, tirrah!
Christ - abctales becomes a love-fest. Anyway one of my many foreign ex's said when she was stroking my chin 'Ooh you're all crunchy!' I said 'What do you mean?' She said 'Well you know when it says on the side of the peanut butter jar, crunchy or smooth? well you're not smooth you're crunchy.' Well after the paramedics had been and gone after administering oxygen to me for having gone into anaphylactic shock after I'd laughed myself into a coma. She explained that obviously the opposite of smooth is crunchy. So now, when I look into the mirror when I haven't shaved for a while, I think 'Mmmmm your looking a bit crunchy.' Words are good aren't they?

 

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