This sounds a little silly. But the other night my friends and I were discussing, if you could decide, what would be your last meal? Of course, I quickly chimed in a PB+J on toasted whole wheat bread with homemade blackberry jelly and Jif extra crunchy. To you it may not seem to special, but for me there's just something so comforting about a good sandwich.
As a little girl, I was quite the picky eater. Literally, there was a sixth month period where I refused to eat anything for breakfast, noon, and night except PB+J. And when I worked at Carolina Creek two summers ago, one would routinely be found on my plate every lunch. Currently, peanut butter's become my dessert substitute. Let me explain; I'm attempting to cut down on unhealthy, sugar-ridden cookies (most notable Oreos). So for an alternative, I eat two cakes with peanut butter in the middle. I use the excuse I'm a vegetarian and need the peanut butter for protein, but honestly I just eat it because it taste so good. I'm actually starting to think I may have a peanut butter problem. I go through an 18oz. container every week!
I know this blog post comes off as a little silly, but sometimes it's fun to relish in your favorite food-especially when it receives its own holiday! And sorry; I just couldn't resist adding the song!