Not just blue. The darkest of blues. I love PB&J. As do my kids.
LOL! Yeah. You can have my PBJ when you pry it from my cold, dead, sticky fingers.
There’s something very satisfying, yet humbling, about PB&J’s. True “comfort food”.
I like them when they get a little smashed, and the jelly seeps into the top piece of bread.
Mmmm.. peanut butter and dill pickle sammitch.
I’m serious!
So do I, and my kids, as well. However, I remember having PB&J sandwiches, hold the pb&j, and only one slice of bread. I grew up in poverty, too. And catsup sandwiches, hold the bread. Early pregnancy caused mine. Parents who are involved, as my mother was, even when working two and three jobs, however, can really help kids know there is a future out there. School is the path to that future.
Of course, in blue states, they seem to have a vested interest in keeping people in poverty.