If it's good enough for Elvis, it's good enough for me.
Hunter wasn't any great cook (not like Deb) but he was pretty sure he could manage to satisfy his current craving. A quick check of the kitchen's contents told him he had everything he needed, so he grabbed supplies and got to work.
He sliced up some bread and a few bananas, then got the peanut butter out and spread it as generously as he dared, not wanting to face the wrath of the kitchen crew for using it too much. Bread, peanut butter, banana, more bread, and a little bit of butter melting in a frying pan on the stove.
He looked up with a sheepish grin as he heard someone else enter the kitchen. "Want a fried peanut-butter and banana sandwich?"
[Set for after the kitchen crew has finished cleaning up the evening meal. Feel free to join Hunter for his late-night snack! Hopefully some milk can be found to go with it. *G* ST/LT no problem!]
He sliced up some bread and a few bananas, then got the peanut butter out and spread it as generously as he dared, not wanting to face the wrath of the kitchen crew for using it too much. Bread, peanut butter, banana, more bread, and a little bit of butter melting in a frying pan on the stove.
He looked up with a sheepish grin as he heard someone else enter the kitchen. "Want a fried peanut-butter and banana sandwich?"
[Set for after the kitchen crew has finished cleaning up the evening meal. Feel free to join Hunter for his late-night snack! Hopefully some milk can be found to go with it. *G* ST/LT no problem!]