I have always had a fondness for peanut butter sandwiches. In fact, I’m something of a peanut butter sandwich snob. PB&J with Jif peanut butter and strawberry jam on an artisanal sourdough bread.
Heaven.
You can’t get a sandwich like that everyday, so you’ve got to grab it when you get the chance. I happened to get the chance on Thursday. I was walking down Hartford Street when I saw a homeless guy eating a sandwich.
I could hardly believe my eyes. It was a beautiful sandwich. A perfect sandwich.
I ran up and grabbed it out of his hands. My hands shook with anticipation as I lifted the sandwich to my mouth. I eagerly took a bit.
Disgusting.
Peter Pan peanut butter!
I threw it on the ground.
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What a loser. No wonder why he was homeless .
Right?
Creamy or crunchy?
Creamy. Of course.
Heretic.
Your welcome.
Two years ago (out of the blue) I developed an allergy to peanuts. I wonder if it’s not something I picked up from that sandwich you threw away!
Could be.
How gauche. I only eat a pureed legume spread with a grape relish reduction paired with a brioche bun.
To be perfectly honest that sounds kind of gross.
Well, it’s an acquired taste.
I would imagine.
You would steal a PB&J from a homeless man? Well Peter Pan Is what you deserve!
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Sure, he was homeless. On the other hand he had no taste.
Well then, that makes it all right. I was confused 🤣😎🤣
I can never tell where you are headed with your posts. Maybe you can’t either! Good luck finding Jif these days. Skippys will have to do.
You make some very astute observations.