PB&J

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches aren't just a childhood favorite. They're an anytime and anyone favorite. It was my dinner of choice tonight as both Scott and I were too tired to make anything real to eat. He suggested we put a frozen pizza in the oven. But when he discovered that there were none to put in the oven, he opened a pack of Pasta Roni and started cooking, leaving me with having to decide what I could dine on.

Peanut butter and strawberry jam on wheat bread just seemed like the right choice. I hadn't had one in who knows how long. I didn't even know if I still had peanut butter that I would be willing to eat. But, after a little hunt through the outer hidden reaches of my refrigerator, I came upon the peanut butter and strawberry preserves.

After spreading a generous portion of peanut butter on one slice and jam on the other, I cut my sandwich in half right down the middle and took a bite. Strangely satisfying. I forgot the stickiness of peanut butter and how I have to lick the roof of my mouth to clean it off.

My cheese course came next: two slices of sharp cheddar (with the moldy spots cut off, of course).

And, of course, there was wine with the meal, a $5 (on sale) bottle of Yellowtail merlot that had been in the fridge for almost a week. Cheap wine and peanut butter. Perfect. Scott and I sat across from each other, staring intently into each others' eyes while whispering sweet nothings, he eating his Pasta Roni and me with my PB&J.