If it were not for the peanut, my two youngest children would be withering away. Peanut butter is Nirvana lifeblood.
Ewww…I am not sure peanut butter and blood should be mentioned in the same sentence.
Reid (5) is a pb&j man. He has one for every breakfast. Sometimes he asks for an additional one. Sometimes he has a side of breakfast cereal. Every once in awhile he mixes it up and has peanut butter and honey. He would then have pb&j for lunch and dinner, but I have a one pb&j-based-meal per day rule.
Rhett (2 1/2) is more of a peanut butter renaissance man. There are no rules when it comes to peanut butter. If a little is good, a lot is better. If something tastes good. If you dip it in peanut butter it will be much better.
Lately Rhett has become a picky eater. He requests “cinnamon bread with raisins, toasted, with peanut butter and raisins on top” for every meal. He is also a fan of the raisin. My one cinnamon-bread-with-raisins-toasted-with-peanut-butter-and-raisins-on-top-based-meal per day rule really cramps his style.
A few nights ago I had the audacity to make the boys grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. You would have thought I was requesting Rhett to ingest dirt. I suggested dipping the sandwich in ketchup. That wasn’t good enough.
Then I remembered my favorite lunch at a little restaurant in Vail. It is a 3 cheese grilled cheese sandwich with microgreens and a side of cherry chutney. HEAVEN. The cheeses are creamy and white, almost brie-like and it tastes amazing dipped in the cherries.
Let’s try dipping your grilled cheese in jam!
Then I want peanut butter!
And that is how Rhett dipped his grilled cheese in peanut butter and jelly.
And that is how Rhett dipped his chicken nuggets the next day in peanut butter and jelly.
And that is how everything I serve the boy from this day forth shall be dipped in peanut butter and jelly.
Spaghetti and meatballs anyone?