When I was a boy, there was no food I loved more than peanut butter. Every boy and girl learns to fall in love with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but my love for peanut butter was such that I simply ditched the jelly and enjoyed one peanut butter sandwich after another.
Not a day went by that I didn’t eat one of these peanut butter sandwiches. On white bread. Sometimes my mother would pack one in my lunchbox. Or she’d have one waiting for me when I came home from school. I just didn’t like jelly, for some reason. Meh. I found it odd that kids would like eating a sandwich with two distinct and disparate flavors, but, hey, that was me.
When I went to junior high school, and I started eating cafeteria lunch – hooray for Sloppy Joe! – my love for peanut butter suddenly waned. Besides, peanut butter was for kids. I was a pre-teen now.
It got to where just the thought of peanut butter would actually make my stomach turn. Peanut butter is just nasty! Who eats that junk? Kids, that’s right! Well, I made a promise that if I were to ever become a parent, peanut butter would be forbidden in my household.
A couple of years after my daughter was born, when this would come into her sphere of interest, I suddenly became interested again in peanut butter. And not just peanut butter, but anything with peanut butter. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Peanut butter pie. A stalk of celery and a smear of peanut butter. And, yes, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Whenever I have a craving for something sweet, I’ll look in the cupboards and reach for a jar of Skippy Creamy No-Stir Peanut Butter. Lately, I’ve been obsessed with Almond Butter as well. Not quite as sweet as peanut butter, but just as delicious.
It’s like I’m trying to make up for a lot of lost time with a lost love.