"I'd rather have jelly in my peanut butter, than peanut butter in my jelly."
What is my purpose in life? What career path should I take? What if I had taken a different path years ago? Some questions we pose to ourselves require deep thought, self analysis, and reflection. Today, I pose a very different type of question. One that may seem inconsequential, but I dare say, is a fine example of a much anguished over trait. Over analysis.
The question? When making a peanut butter sandwich, which do I apply first, the peanut butter, or the jelly? This is of course assuming that using two butter knives is completely out of the question. I mean, I am far too lazy and the very act of having to go for the second knife makes me shutter, let alone the further consideration of one more item to wash later. It's just too much!
So, you would think after 20 good years of constructing this culinary staple I would no longer need to struggle with decisions such as this each time I am faced with two pieces of bread on the counter and the jars before me. I realized today however, that there is inevitably, a moment of pause before jumping in to the task at hand as I deliberate over my plan of action as to how to proceed.
To spare you any further details over the nonsensical workings of my logic, I will tell you of my happy ending. A wonderful conclusion brought about by a simple epiphany. Years of opening the JIF jar to see a few streaks of purple Welch's syrup swirled in the mix of peanut butter, when compared to the jar of grape glob-by goodness with dribbles of brown peanut butter floating in the top, I think the dilemma has been forever resolved. I'd rather have jelly in my peanut butter, than peanut butter in my jelly. There you have it folks. For those of you who have struggled for years, agonizing over the correct method, I am here to say (by opinion of what I find least disgusting), Aim for spreading the jelly first. Clean butter knife in jelly every time Not so lucky for the peanut butter, but hey, we can't solve all of life's problems in a day now can we?
What? You believe this trivial question and the amount of thought I put into it insane?
Dirtying another knife, or foregoing this rudimentary snack in the first place... Now THAT my friend, is insanity.
