Not what my mama made…

I’m grown. All from-the-floor-to-the-top-of-my-head grown up.


I’m still eating PB & J for lunch.

It includes all the food groups — peanut butter, bread, plant matter, and dessert.

When the world was young, I ate my mama’s version — Soft and squishy white bread, not-the-healthy-kind peanut butter, and grape jelly.

The post formative years — soft and squishy white bread, not-the-healthy-kind peanut butter, banana, and strawberry jam.

The Birkenstock years — brown bread, all natural peanut butter (machinery required) banana, lettuce, and strawberry jam.

This went on for many years (sans Birkenstock), including a potato chip variation. So good. Really.

Yesterday’s PB & J — 100% whole grain bread (aka ancient grains) with kamut, spelt, quinoa and amaranth, and I have no idea what those things are, not-the-healthy-kind peanut butter — Can I get an Amen? — banana, a sprinkle of field greens, and balsamic fig red pepper jelly; thus demonstrating that I will eat anything. Anything.

The PB & J falls far from the mama.

What’s your PB & J of choice?