Who has these days? The days when everything is slightly off and nothing is easy? When you have a doctor's appointment and your car breaks down before you get the chance to buy groceries? And the baby's fussy and those pants are getting tight? And that student keeps emailing about that one thing and Netflix keeps pausing to "retrieve" something or other?
No one?
Just me?
Well, now I know you're lying. Because those things happened to me, my boyfriend, me, my BFF, me, me, and everyone who uses Netflix. This week. In that order.
So let's take comfort in food, shall we?
It's the right thing to do.
Let's start with the good ol' American brown bag staple.
The PB & J. Peanut butter and strawberry jam, in this case.
Our first way is simple.
PB & J, sliced on the diagonal (requirement), in a ziploc bag (requirement).
The unrequired elements of overenthusiastic, early morning posing will no doubt provide some level of comfort. But warm up to this advanced placement, day improving activity, please. I don't want you to pull something.
Our second PB & J manipulation came to me direct from the boyfriend.
Well. The idea did. I wish she made it for me, but I had to handle this one myself.
Anyway... enough of that. Grilled PB & J!
It's as easy as it is delicious. Take any ol' PB & J sandwich, butter the outside pieces of bread, and toss that thing into a frying pan or onto your panini grill (my choice).
The bread gets buttery toasty like a grilled cheese and the peanut butter and jam get warm and omgamazing.
Try it tonight with a glass of milk as a late night snack and you will not be disappointed. The comfort will be overwhelming.
Finally, our third PB & J is...
can you guess?
PB & J French toast. : )
Shock and awe, right? Okay... the shock I'll let go. But the awe you should keep. Because it's really, really tasty.
And just like our other manips, super easy to do: Take a PB & J sandwich, soak it (one side at a time) in an egg, milk, vanilla mixture, brown it on both sides in a frying pan, and bake it until it puffs up and is firm to the touch.
Pair it as you would any other sweet, filled french toast. I chose scrambled eggs with some serious hot sauce. And syrup. Because I like it. And butter. Because how would one compose a picture of french toast without a pat of butter?
Mmmm... Are you feeling comforted yet?
In all honesty, I am. These PB & Js might have been made over a week ago, at different occasions, but... just writing about them has calmed down a bit.
So... let me take my small bit of comfort and go back to my busy day. And just maybe, when it's all over, I'll comfort myself with something other than food. Or... maybe not. : )
I'm curious. What's your comfort food of choice?
