My late mother - another child of the Depression - preferred peanut butter and Miracle Whip, which she liked better than mayo. She never added any extra ingredients, though.
"There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. And they ate peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.
And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually, such as combing peanut butter and mayonnaise with bread.
And it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart.
And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them, and they have made abominations like "pineapple topper", "apple fandango" and "funny face", and considered them acceptable to serve to other people and their children."
This made me laugh. I grew up at the bottom end of the "middle class". That meant we got our white bread from the local Hostess bakery store (day old special was about 40% off), our peanut butter from the dented can outlet (the best were the ones without labels, those were 'surprise' dinners).
Our go to was peanut, banana and mayonnaise sandwiches. I still shudder.
We also ate a lot of peanut butter and bologna sandwiches. Of course, my mother bought the discount bologna that was almost at its "best by" date.
My mom used to make peanut butter, pickle, and mayonnaise sandwiches on pumpernickle bread. Fortunately, as she was not entirely sadistic, she never attempted to foist them on her defenseless children.
I take this as proof that she did, in fact, love me.
During a recent sojourn through the eateries of Paris, I learned that the French, who invented mayonnaise, like it on a lot of things, especially French fries and soft boiled eggs. If I were still there, I’d ask for their opinion on this pb&m catastrophe, but I don’t think they know about peanut butter.
I would argue that peanut butter and mayonnaise do go together, because for a year or so back when I still had a flat belly, that was my favorite sandwich. But wait, there's more. I called my sandwich "three-fat happy family," in the manner of a Chinese restaurant, because I also had a slice of cheddar cheese in there. AIas, I met and moved in with a girl whose first official act as my partner was to demand that I give up the three-fat happy family on the grounds that it would kill me.
My objection is mostly on the grounds of childhood trauma--I never requested this, but it just kept on coming anyway. Nevertheless, love is love, and anyone who chooses, as an adult, to join these two in the bonds of holy sandwich, well...I'll be the first to throw a handful of rice, because it's not like that can make it taste any worse.
My late mother - another child of the Depression - preferred peanut butter and Miracle Whip, which she liked better than mayo. She never added any extra ingredients, though.
I guess it really was a thing, and I can stop feeling singled out.
"There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. And they ate peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.
And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually, such as combing peanut butter and mayonnaise with bread.
And it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart.
And the Lord said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them, and they have made abominations like "pineapple topper", "apple fandango" and "funny face", and considered them acceptable to serve to other people and their children."
This made me laugh. I grew up at the bottom end of the "middle class". That meant we got our white bread from the local Hostess bakery store (day old special was about 40% off), our peanut butter from the dented can outlet (the best were the ones without labels, those were 'surprise' dinners).
Our go to was peanut, banana and mayonnaise sandwiches. I still shudder.
We also ate a lot of peanut butter and bologna sandwiches. Of course, my mother bought the discount bologna that was almost at its "best by" date.
Ah yeah, those were the good times...
I cannot speak badly of Hellman's as I appear in their most recent commercial,
But, Skippy pollutes our lovely paymast-- I mean, product of Hellman's mayonnaise with their nutty goodness, I mean greasiness and chewy texture.
Got a link to the commercial?
It's like you don't even pay attention to my Facebook!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIXB-7RHjBY
Hey, I try, but Facebook has apparently given up on showing me anyone I know, or anything I like, in favor of Strangers and Boredom.
My mom used to make peanut butter, pickle, and mayonnaise sandwiches on pumpernickle bread. Fortunately, as she was not entirely sadistic, she never attempted to foist them on her defenseless children.
I take this as proof that she did, in fact, love me.
During a recent sojourn through the eateries of Paris, I learned that the French, who invented mayonnaise, like it on a lot of things, especially French fries and soft boiled eggs. If I were still there, I’d ask for their opinion on this pb&m catastrophe, but I don’t think they know about peanut butter.
Let's wait to tell them until they're older.
It probably would have been less traumatic for you if Meemaw had just been a sex pervert.
My condolences.
Careful, peanut butter-mayo footage might be in an unreleased director's cut.
Add Marmite to that and, boy, are we talking flavourful! :)
Release the Yeast!
I would argue that peanut butter and mayonnaise do go together, because for a year or so back when I still had a flat belly, that was my favorite sandwich. But wait, there's more. I called my sandwich "three-fat happy family," in the manner of a Chinese restaurant, because I also had a slice of cheddar cheese in there. AIas, I met and moved in with a girl whose first official act as my partner was to demand that I give up the three-fat happy family on the grounds that it would kill me.
My objection is mostly on the grounds of childhood trauma--I never requested this, but it just kept on coming anyway. Nevertheless, love is love, and anyone who chooses, as an adult, to join these two in the bonds of holy sandwich, well...I'll be the first to throw a handful of rice, because it's not like that can make it taste any worse.