I have a secret addiction, and it’s something I used to harbor a lot of guilt about. Recently, however, I decided that I will no longer feel ashamed. I will confess loudly and proudly for the whole world to hear that I am a 37-year-old man who eats peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I indulge at least two or three times a week — which seems excessive for anyone over the age of 9, I admit — but there you have it.
The lowly PB&J has always been a fixture in my diet. I’m a purist and still appreciate it in its basic form, although the components have evolved slightly with age. Gone is the classic Wonder Bread of my youth: now it’s got to be double-fiber wheat bread serving as the platform for the gooey insides. Where I used to insist on crunchy Skippy or Jif peanut butter (or worse yet, sugar-laden Goober), these days it’s the all-natural peanut or almond butter that I enjoy, straight from the refrigerator of course. Lately, I’ve been opting for the low-sugar fruit spread instead of jelly, but one thing remains the same: strawberry always has been the only flavor for me.
I wonder how PB&J became saddled with a “for kids only” reputation. I’m sure I can’t be the only adult out there who defies the stereotype and relishes a well-made peanut butter and jelly sandwich now and again. And the truth is, I’m not. It seems that lots of adults are in on the peanut butter and jelly craze. With dozens of different variations to experiment with, the advent of peanut butter-themed sandwich shops, and even an Internet song phenomenon, PB&J is doing OK for itself. No need to be ashamed — enjoy! Just don’t get caught with a milk mustache.
How many other adults out there still indulge in the sinful goodness of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? And what’s your favorite variation on the original?
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