My Life-Long Love Affair

In case you are thinking this will be a sensual type of post due to the title word, AFFAIR, you will be sadly disappointed.

My love affair is with peanut butter. Yes, that is correct. Peanut butter. I don't know when I had my first taste but since I'm told I was a bit of a 'cry-baby' maybe my mom stuck some in my mouth to stick my lips together.
My first choice in sandwiches is nearly always peanut butter and jelly or a variation of that. As a child, I discovered my affinity for a sandwich consisting of peanut butter and tomato slices. 

It is really quite good and although my son-in-law thought the idea was disgusting, he tried it and now eats that sandwich all the time.
As a teenager, my before school breakfast was always a piece of peanut butter and jelly toast and a cup of coffee to dunk it in.

One summer when my first four children played summer t-ball, baseball and softball, we ate many suppers at the ballpark. Many PBJ sandwiches were packed in the cooler.
For 7 years, I worked in a school cafeteria. We received #10 cans of peanut butter from the government. It was PURE unadulterated peanut butter and as such, was too thick to spread. I would empty the can into the industrial mixer and add a bit of butter until the consistency was 'spreadable.' Every day, I made many PBJ sandwiches for the children; not as the main meal, but as "seconds" if they were still hungry.

You would think I would have become immune to the lure of peanut butter, but that never happened. I like peanut butter cookies and peanut butter candy and I make a scrumptious peanut butter cream pie.

But one of my favorite ways to eat it (and I have taught my grandchildren to do the same much to the chagrin of their mothers) is directly from the jar. Just give me a spoon.