PB&J

So my friends, I have a love of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I ate these things every single day back of school...there was a rare break for bologna or turkey sandwiches here or there...but they've been a constant in my life. When I don't know what to fix, I always fall back on them. The peanut butter has to be Skippy's Honey Roasted and the jelly would be preferably be one of the following: grape, strawberry, apple, apricot, strawberry rhubarb, or huckleberry. But why are we talking about PB&Js?

Because no one makes them better than my Daddy O! He's got the proper portions of both peanut butter and jelly that I can't seem to recreate. I love my Daddy O and miss him dearly. I can't wait to go home in November to get a delicious Daddy PB&J.

And here's hoping he won't kill me for posting this picture of him sleeping with my puppy.

Anybody else crave things that only their parents can make just right?