A memory of peanut butter and brown sugar
This morning, while I was fixing breakfast, I found myself chuckling over a memory from years ago. I was making toast, and deciding whether to have honey, or perhaps raspberry jelly and peanut butter. And I remembered one day in elementary school.
In those days, I usually carried a lunch to school. Almost every day, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And one day, for some reason, I decided I was bored with peanut butter and jelly.
So when I got home, I told my mother I was bored, and that I wanted something different. She listened to me, and said, "All right."
As I remember it, the very next day at school, I unwrapped my lunch. There was a sandwich, and it looked like peanut butter. But when I bit into it! Wait, what is this? It's not peanut butter and jelly.
In fact, it was peanut butter, brown sugar, and raisins. And I enjoyed every bite.
When I got home, I thanked my mother.
And from time to time, after that, she would slip another different sandwich into the daily routine.
But I still remember the taste of peanut butter, brown sugar, and raisins. And some mornings, when I feel like it, I make my toast with peanut butter and brown sugar.
Maybe I'll get some raisins this week.
In honor of my mother, who taught me to appreciate having a little something different now and then.
In those days, I usually carried a lunch to school. Almost every day, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And one day, for some reason, I decided I was bored with peanut butter and jelly.
So when I got home, I told my mother I was bored, and that I wanted something different. She listened to me, and said, "All right."
As I remember it, the very next day at school, I unwrapped my lunch. There was a sandwich, and it looked like peanut butter. But when I bit into it! Wait, what is this? It's not peanut butter and jelly.
In fact, it was peanut butter, brown sugar, and raisins. And I enjoyed every bite.
When I got home, I thanked my mother.
And from time to time, after that, she would slip another different sandwich into the daily routine.
But I still remember the taste of peanut butter, brown sugar, and raisins. And some mornings, when I feel like it, I make my toast with peanut butter and brown sugar.
Maybe I'll get some raisins this week.
In honor of my mother, who taught me to appreciate having a little something different now and then.