I love peanut butter and jelly. Crunchy or smooth, grape or raspberry. Bring it.
Remember when I loved roast chicken? Now I love PB&J and would like to have it for every meal.
Mom really knew what she was doing back in the day when she gave me that for lunch but I don't remember appreciating it the way I do now, savoring every little peanut morsel.
Remember when I loved roast chicken? Now I love PB&J and would like to have it for every meal.
Mom really knew what she was doing back in the day when she gave me that for lunch but I don't remember appreciating it the way I do now, savoring every little peanut morsel.
Last night I had this fine delicacy for dinner. But I know what you're thinking - a PB&J sandwich is not a substantial dinner. You're right, but 2 PB&J's is. I also had a whole bushel of brussel sprouts. Isn't that funny? PB&J, brussel sprouts -- practically married on my plate.
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