Peanut Butter

My favorite pie is peanut butter pie. I like peanut butter on my pancakes, my toast, my apples, and of course, my sandwiches. On Monday, I made peanut butter bars. By Tuesday evening I was washing the pan where they once were and feeling a little sick.
When I was in kindergarten, I found a new way to enjoy my peanut butter. At that time, jam was not desirable on my sandwiches. So instead of slabbing PB on one slice, jam on the other and slapping them together, I would spread the PB on one slice, then top it with sliced cheese and microwave it so the cheese melted slightly. This delicacy was enjoyed by me everyday when I came home from kindergarten. Nothing beat Peanut Butter and cheese and listening to Paul Harvey with mom.
Today Lydia requested a piece of bread. Next she requested it toasted. That was followed by a desire for peanut butter. I laughed when she pulled out the cheese. A girl after my own heart! After a nearly 20 year hiatus from peanut butter and cheese sandwiches, I again indulged. And amazingly, it really was not that bad. However, I think rather than peanut butter and cheese, I will stick with my peanut butter bars and a belly ache.