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I Can’t Stand Peanut Butter, But There’s One Obvious Exception
The Reason Can’t Be Explained, But The Exception Might Be
When I first started taking lunch to school in first grade, I’d only eat a peanut butter sandwich. I didn’t care for variety; just give me that peanut butter sandwich, no jelly. Oh, and sans crust, please.
Before that, I was an exclusive tuna sandwich guy, but then I got tired of them and didn’t like them anymore. I switched to team PB.
About a month or two into the school year, I took one bite of my sandwich and barfed. I had no idea why. I didn’t have any after-affects, no fever, and no upset stomach. I continued with my day.
Everything seemed fine, so I had the same lunch as the day before the next day. I removed it from the wrapper, and before I could get a whiff, I took my first bite and…
BMBB…MMBBB…MMBBBBBLLLLAAAAATTTT!!!!!!
Okay, this is just strange. So the next day, for just a tiny bit of variety, I had a one-slice-of-bread “foldover” instead of the traditional, as if it might make a difference. Uh, it didn’t. I took a note home from school that day from the lunch lady.
Mrs. Reese, Please don’t send Steven with a peanut butter sandwich in his lunch anymore.
