<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peanut Butter: My Old Friend.....[Personal; Food]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a peanut butter sandwich today<br>which made me think of all the way....<br>sssss my life has been touched by that<br>stick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not 'touched' in the sense that's it's shaped my life, <br>but when I open a jar and take up a knife<br>or a spoon, I can picture times of enjoy-<br>ment as an adult consumer and as a boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course I'm lucky in that I generally enjoy food<br>even if I'm in a rare bad mood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I assume pb was a common snack in my childhood, <br>though I'm not sure it was. My memory is not that good.<br>But I do remember my Mom made cookies from it; <br>I helped her. And the first cooled cookie I'm sure I bit, <br>paying some attention to the crisscross pattern on top, <br>or the sometimes-present big chocolate drop.<br>And when I visited my childhood neighbor, Helen, it's a good bet<br>that sometimes a peanut butter sandwich I would get.<br>[But I really better remember that Helen's kitchen at times had cake.<br>I assume her mother, Betty, the cake did make.]<br>At Halloween there were pb 'cups' made by Reeses. <br>Chocolate and pb. It's good they were small pieces! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As an adult pb has been with me off and on.<br>Probably when I shared a home with my brother Don, <br>and when Shannon, my daughter, was young (that makes me smile) , <br>and when I lived in a storage garage for a short while.<br>I used to put it on plain warm toast, but<br>perhaps mixed-with-vanilla-ice cream I enjoyed it most.<br>I can't tell you how it would taste on sliced tomato, <br>but I can say it wasn't good when tried on mashed potato! ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I type today there's an unsealed jar nearby.<br>My wife cautions me against too much, but I'm not sure why.<br>From time to time it's a treat on cereal or bread, <br>but usually it's just a spoon of it I stick into my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Edwards">Bri Edwards</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353066" data-title="Peanut Butter: My Old Friend.....[Personal; Food] de Bri Edwards" data-description="I had a peanut butter sandwich today which made me think of all the way.... sssss my life has been touched by that stick-to-your-mouth sludge of peanut fat. Not 'touched' in the sense that's it's shaped my life, but when I open a jar and take up..."></div> </div> </div>

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