So I’m pondering my dinner tonight and decide I want a PB & J. It’s hotter than hell, I’ve already got the oven fired up doing some more baking and I just don’t feel like cooking an actual meal, so a peanut butter and jelly sammich seems like the easiest thing.
There’s an art to the PB & J, I think. Sure, you can slap each on some bread, smoosh and you’re out the door, but one can craft a truly beautiful PB & J with the proper ingredients. For me, peanut butter and jelly perfection consists of JIF. Not Skippy, not Peter Pan and sure as hell not that Old-Fashioned-Oil-at-the-Top-Gotta-Stir-It-Reminds-Me-of-Olestra Laura Scudders crap. It’s JIF and JIF only in this house. Of course, I’m not inflexible. I oscillate between crunchy and smooth—occasionally extra-crunchy. More often than not, it’s smooth, though.
