Since I’ve never gotten around to writing about my history and fascination with peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, it’s good to know that Peter Timony, a man of similar PBJ tastes and convictions, has.
For those who don’t know Peter, he is one half of the sibling team currently dominating Zuda Comics with their excellent Night Owls comic strip. I highly recommend checking out this nifty comedy-adventure series, along with all the other online goodies Zuda has to offer.
Take it away, Peter!
PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME
When I was a kid, I would go to school with a brown paper bag that had my lunch in it. Most of the time it was Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches, and I HATED them.
For one thing, my mother, though an excellent cook, made terrible sandwiches. When we didn’t have Peanut Butter and Jelly, we could look forward to a solitary slice of stinky wet liverwurst, one measly slice of processed cheese-like-food, and a squirt of yellow mustard, often thrown haphazardly between two slices of gritty whole wheat bread. You would think that with this as the alternative, opening the lunch bag to find Peanut Butter and Jelly would be GREAT!
However, Mom made the worst PB&J ever.
