Peanut Butter and Jelly

It’s the age-old problem. What do you want to eat? You look through the fridge. Milk. Cheese. Dates (those are healthy, right)? Butter. Pickles. Ketchup. Mayonnaise. Mustard. Strawberry preserves (another health food… sort of). Long forgotten, unidentifiable leftovers from another time (Yeah, I should probably throw that away the next time the trash runs)… I should also probably shop for groceries and get some grown-up food. 

The freezer doesn’t yield much better results. 

The pantry is just depressing. 

I spot a jar of peanut butter in the corner on a shelf, reach for it, and hold it up in the air as if it’s some cosmic trophy.

“Alas, all is not lost. We shall feast, and feast we shall.” I said out loud to the universe, as I glanced down at my cat, Lilly, who was neither impressed nor amused. She simply blinked, flicked her tail in the air, and walked away with that dismissive swagger that only a cat owner knows.

I pulled a package of flatbread from the freezer and tossed a piece into the toaster oven. Once warm, I slathered some peanut butter and strawberry preserves on it, and lunch was served with a side of cold milk. Behold, the peanut butter and jelly on warm flatbread sandwich (at least it’s more grown-up than plain old white bread… maybe). 

My tastebuds have never grown up. Breakfast consisted of banana pancakes, with chocolate chips, and a hot cup of coffee that I set down somewhere, and still have yet to find, among the mental chaos that fills my days. It’s long cold by now. Not suitable for a morning brew, but perhaps salvageable for an afternoon icy mocha with a drizzle of chocolate syrup.