We had a self-made PB&J as a third option.
Yep, by the time I was a teenager, there was the “You know where the peanut butter jar is” option.
I don’t know if I ever exercised that one. I liked almost everything and it didn’t hurt that my mom was an artist in the kitchen.
But she also would be quick to point out that she wasn’t a short order cook and what was on the table for dinner was what we were getting. Take it or leave it.