PBJ FTW

This week I encountered one of my favourite things of all time. It is known in America as the Peanut Butter Jelly Sandwich – or PBJ if you are cool and hip. It was absolutely the most amazingest thing, and was suggested by my girlfriend Caroline. I always used to think the sandwich contained actual jelly actually. Y’know, the flappy soft stuff in cubes made by those wonderful folks at Rowntrees (who also produce Fruit Pastilles – little factoid for ya there).

So, I get the bread. I get the peanut butter. And the jelly, I mean jam. Blackcurrant jam. And off to work I go. Masses amounts of PB and a luxurious spread of J. I feel the video below represents my feelings towards this new found phenomenon rather well.

Since eating the first PBJ sandwich I have not partaken in any further nutty/fruity/bready activities. But – I absolutely will be for the rest of my life. Every day. For breakfast. And for lunch. For dinner. For supper, and a drip will feed me the liquidised remnants throughout my sleep. I shall dream but not of fluffy rabbits and all things wise and wonderful, but of nuts. And jam.

Fuck the workout routine – PBJ is here to stay.