wisdom of the ages
Hanging out with my father today. He requested a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich for lunch. But first, he said, butter the bread. A lot. And then put on some bacon. Crisp. I laughed, but he was absolutely serious. I made it, with real butter, black raspberry preserves, and low-sodium Kroger bacon fried to near-perfection.
A PBBBJ. (P-three-B-J?) I took a bite. It was really good.
I know now where my love of absolute crap food comes from.