All I Need is Food
The more I learn, the more I grow, I find that I return to the same things-and appreciate them more. I am a firm believer that sugar and wine can solve even the hardest problems, ketchup can make almost anything taste delicious, that the calories don’t REALLY count if no one is watching, and simply that food is life. Food changes everything for me-my mood, my plans, my actions. It is my life. And lately, it has been my source of comfort-what I have needed to cheer me up. I have never been one of those “I’m just too upset to eat” people. I am more of a “give me a pint of ice cream and cookie dough ASAP before I start crying” person. So I will just simply say that I have been enjoying food as a source of comfort a little more in the past week than usual. To be more specific, my one true love-peanut butter. And if you ask me, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich really can cure everything… at least momentarily.
While I was living in NYC, I became OBSESSED with a certain brand of peanut butter. I have dug in to many a jar of peanut butter, and this is by far the best brand, with the best varieties that I have ever had the pleasure of licking off my spoon. So imagine my excitement when I discovered one rainy day that this beloved peanut butter had its own little shop in SoHo full of all peanut buttery things (yes, I am in fact so obsessed that I googled it- I’m also aware I may have a problem, and I don’t care). Obviously I immediately braved the cold rain and headed down to Peanut Butter & Co. where I was immediately giddy by the cuteness of the whole thing. A blue and white umbrella huggs the entrance where the words “Peanut Butter & Co.” are etched in big, tween-style bubble letters across the top. Vintage peanut butter signs flank the small room where diner-style tables host everyone from canoodling couples and artsy NYU students to laughing toddlers with sticky jam hands. And the meal itself-so very simple, and comforting with a nostalgic theme-could not have been more perfect to soothe my soul. Each custom sandwich is cut down the middle, served with crunchy carrot sticks, salty ruffles chips and a tall cup of milk with a bobbling straw-just like mom use to do it!!! As if that wasn’t precious enough, a tray of brown paper sacks and sheets of tinfoil sit near the door for the option of packing up your leftovers, old-school style. As I sloshed down the wet New York streets, in my green rain boots-brown bag in hand-I couldn’t help feeling a little warm inside as I drifted back to a time when recess and my seat at the lunch table were the only things on my mind. And, I felt happy. So, I recommend you buy this peanut butter, make yourself a good ‘ole fashioned PB&J and let yourself reminisce. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.
My favorite variety-The Bees Knees. Heaven. Salty peanut butter + sticky, sweet honey. Seriously yall-what could POSSIBLY go wrong?