I’ve mentioned before how mean and hateful my husband is with all of that nonsense about me being “un-American.” Just because I’d never eaten meatballs, meatloaf, eggnog, oatmeal, or tomato soup doesn’t make me un-American. And who cares that we were married by the time I ate my first Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwich?
That’s not weird at all.
Okay. Yes, it is.
Mother? Father? Didn’t you love me at all? How could have allowed this to happen?
It’s alright, though. I’m taking the PB&J world by storm with this grilled version.
Seriously, have you ever tried grilling a PB&J before? It’s divine. Melty peanut butter, warm tart jelly, and crispy butter-coated bread? Yes, please. I’ll take three. Or maybe four, if no one is looking.
No recipe this time around, just make your normal PB&J (I recommend a yummy, seedless raspberry jam and smooth peanut butter) and then slather the outsides in butter and grill it up the same way you would a grilled cheese. Let it rest for a minute and then slice it in half and enjoy with a big ol’ glass of milk.
