In Praise of the Lowly PBJ

South Burlington, Vermont

Libby and I are fond of something sweet in the late evenings.   Ice cream used to be our favorite.   Unfortunately I had to lay off the ice cream because I connected it to gout.  Eat a generous helping of ice cream 2-3 nights in a row and I would get hit with an attack of gout for the following week.

On the boat, we now resort to cookies as our favorite nighttime snack.

But last night at Jen's house we had no good cookies at hand, so I made myself a peanut butter sandwich. It was so delicious I had to make a second one.

As the legendary food for American small children, the PBJ sandwich gets no respect.  It deserves better.  It is a superb and (I think) healthy treat. The jam need not have a lot of sugar, most of the flavor comes from the peanut butter.

In Sweden, the favored snack was Wasa bread (Americans call it crisp bread) with butter and a slice of cheese, and a dab of Kalles Caviar on top.  That was very good, but I think I like the PBJ better.

Hip hip hooray for the P B J.