So I went and saw EB on Wednesday night. (She was driving down to Utah to see her folks for the 4 day weekend, which is technically three, but she cut her classes on Friday. A girl after my own heart)
She teased me again about never having a peanut butter sandwich or a banana. At which her roommates chimed in as well and told me that was really odd. I told her it was because of A LOT of childhood illnesses and feared alergies. (I had heart, lung, tumor and allergy problems my whole childhood. I'll probably post that in the comments section.)
So on Friday I went to a grocery store and bought white bread (I've been eating wheat bread but if I found I didn't like this adventure, I didn't want it to be because the bread tastes like raw sewage). I already had some PB (and jelly). Like a nervous child on Christmas eve or something else, I paced the house considering the adventure I was about to embark on. I was going to have a PB sandwich.
At about 4pm (I wore my self out pacing and had to take a nap), I pulled the PB out of the cupboard. I pulled out the bread and a plate and a knife. I had some apple juice close by if I needed to wash down the taste. I made two sandwishes. 1 was strictly PB. The other was a PBJ. Having never done this before and feeling to stupid to get directions off of google, I put PB on all four slices and Jelly on two slices. Then I decided to eat it.
It turns out the apple juice would have done no good. The white bread and peanut butter clung together and formed this incredible solid mass attacking the roof of my mouth. Apple juice would have simply moved this mass into a position to clog my throat. Once my saliva enzymes broke down the mass and I got to finish the meal...I must say it was very good. The PBJ had similar consequences. In fact they were so good, I made my self another.
1 quick point though: I think it would have gone better if I lost my peanut butter viginity to creamy peanut butter instead of chuncky. I spent half the day picking the chuncks out of my teeth. But I was so fearful creamy peanut would taste like creamy corn (homeless corn is yucky in the tummy.)
The next adventure - banana. I bought one today for 18 cents. I'm going to test the waters on Sunday.
Conversations with my body in the first trimester of pregnancy
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1. Body/morning sickness: Hey.
Katie: Oh, no.
B: HEY! Heeeyyyy, are we at Stake Conference? (a church meeting- this was
at a Saturday evening session)
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11 months ago
From a peanut butter fan, I provide the folowing advice: toast the bread before you put the PB on. The heat of the bread makes the PB a little less thick, and it's an oh-so-good warm treat.
ReplyDeleteI'm torn about the jelly. Sometimes I don't mind it, but most of the time I just want to eat the peanut butter. Liz thinks I'm nuts for eating a PB sandwich without jelly.
Who knows, maybe someday we can get you to eat sushi - SO GOOD!
After you try the banana, you should try a peanut butter and banana sandwich. PB on ONE piece of the bread (two pieces is WAY too much peanut butter!) with sliced "coins" of banana placed in a single layer. Yum! My kids swear by them. Add a little bit of honey and they're in sugar high heaven!
ReplyDeleteOh myyyyyyyyyyyyy... I love these little virginity baby steps you take... I do have to agree with Katie, PB and banana yum yum... congratulations on the PB sandwich, and the PB&J sandwich...when you get the chance though do try creamy peanut butter... much better... and add strawberry preserves.. yum.. yum...
ReplyDeleteBaby Steps brother. Knj got me to eat fish, you got me to eat medium rare meat. EB (because she's cute like that, got me to eat PB and eventually a banana...
ReplyDeleteSushi a a ways off down the road.