It turns out that in the peanut butter and jelly world, I am part of a very select group of people who make sandwiches in a logical way.
After my post last week, I got a lot of feedback that showed most of you do not agree with my method. The comments ranged from saying I’m un-American to my own mother questioning how she raised me. I really had no idea I was doing something so strange, always assuming everyone did it the same way. I guess we learn a lot by asking even simple questions.
What I learned is that even though I may be different, I’m not alone. Shout-out to those who PB&J the right way — my coworker JA, sister-in-law Bethany, and my second-cousin Sara, whom I have never met but who has been awarded instant cool status.
And for those who still question my method — especially those in my family — please consider this email I got from Grandpa Hannas: “P.S. PB&J – Gramma makes ’em like you do.”
Who can argue with that?
For people who have slight OCD about foods touching (ie PB getting in the jelly jar if you have to re-dip), the second way is the only way.
That's only for the crazy ones though. 😉
Two words for you: Squeeze.Jelly. 🙂