As I am sitting here waiting for the blizzard to begin, I am eating a peanut butter and butter sandwich. On Pepperidge Farm pumpernickel bread (highly prized because it has no crust).
My mother made these up, I think, because she ran out of jelly one day. I don’t know, but I remember eating them in the backseat of the car. A red Oldsmobile convertible. Isn’t it strange how food memories have these odd moments of clarity? When I can’t decide what to have for supper and the boys aren’t home, I just crave a peanut butter and butter sandwich.
So, what’s your favorite comfort food? I need to know. Takes my mind off the snow.