As a favor to Sinecure, I present to all of you, BUTTERSTICK:

Okay, just kidding.
16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?

I want to discuss for a moment the simple beauty of the Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich. I just made myself one and it was heavenly. There are few things that can beat a good, old fashioned PB&J. I am partial to Peter Pan Peanut Butter, Crunchy. However, I realized that this new jar that I bought was creamy. Never fear though - I happen to have roasted, salted peanuts in the house, so I sprinkled some on the peanut butter before administering the "jelly" layer. (I'm a grown up - I use Strawberry Fruit Spread these days, though I'm certainly not turning my nose up at jelly) I put the peanut butter on both slices of bread, and the "jelly" in between. The peanut butter then acts like glue, keeping the jelly inside. Today I used 9 grain as the delivery mechanism for the pb&j.
