Sometimes, what we eat doesn’t really need a recipe, but grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches seem to go against every cooking gain I have so it needs a recipe.
One of the first times I served tomato soup to Andy he asked me to make him a grilled peanut butter.
Me: “Huh? A what?”
Him: “A grilled peanut butter.”
Me: “Never heard of it.”
Him: “Really?!?! It’s like a grilled cheese but with peanut butter instead of cheese. My mom used to make them all the time. Didn’t yours?”
Me: “Um, no…….” Continue reading “Grilled PB&J”