PB AND J: I Deny You Salmonella!
When man first ventured from his cave, nigh on a million years ago, and he shmeared his first shpackle of Smooth Peanut Butter across a flat lavash wrap, a new star appeared in the heavens.
In the vein of that spatial event, I have just finished smacking my lips after a delectable PB & J with apple and banana slices on afore mentioned lavash, and I would like to pose the theory that, in fact, one can and perhaps, should, live entirely on PB & J.
You have your protein, without the inconvenience of having to hunt and slaughter some form of meat source, which as you may know, results in splinters and pulled groin muscles, and who needs that? You have your fruits and veggies, or just fruits, and that’s only if you’re like me, getting all hoity toity with the extra fixings. (Like mayonnaise on a cheeseburger. What’s wrong with me?) Then you have the blast of sugar from the slimy gelatinous Strawberry Jam. When you are done with this meal, you don’t need dessert.
Now, I contemplate ideas for future concoctions.
PB & J w/ honey? Ooooh.
