The strugglewich. You try to get as many calories into one sandwich as you can because you know its going to be a hot minute before you get to eat again and you don’t wanna get hunger pangs.

The trick is having something to help wash it down. I usually do the same, except without the jelly… or the bread for that matter. Give me a jar of Pb and a spoon and I’m happy.

That’s what the coffees for. I don’t…love pb&j but it slaps together quick in the morning and delivers a lot of calories quickly so it was my go to during my construction worker days. I’m actually wondering how he got it not to smoosh everywhere

I’ll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bit
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide. From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut butter sandwich?”

– Peanut Butter Sandwich by Shel Silverstein

This is exactly how it’s done.

Priority order of beverages for peanut butter consumption:

1. Milk
2. Coffee
3. Carbonated beverage of choice
4. sweet iced tea (unsweetened becomes a horrible flavor, and doesn’t cut through the fats as well.
5. Hot teas.
6. After that point, you’re playing with your life if you try to use other drinks.

Can’t wait for the pee, nut, butter and jelly sandwich

How you eat that with anything less than a quart of milk is beyond me.

Have you ever tried peanut butter, Nutella, butter, jam, cheese sandwich? Best sandwich of my life

Thats gonna be a tough poo

Me knowing nothing because never even saw peanaut butter, but always heard pb and jelly