It’s been a day.

So, my readers know that I may have an opinion on peanut butter. For those of you that are NOT readers, this will take a little explanation-

Excerpt-

There was one other major difference of opinion that reared its head from time to time, over the unlikeliest of topics.

It began as we were putting away groceries. “That’s weird, I messed up and grabbed creamy peanut butter. Good thing there’s still plenty of crunchy left,” I said, putting it on the counter.

Luke picked up the jar with a proprietary air. “Nothing weird about it at all, I put the creamy in the cart. After all, it’s the only real peanut butter there is.”

I stopped cold in the act of putting milk in the refrigerator, eyeing him carefully. “I know you didn’t just say that. Creamy peanut butter is just spackle. It has no character, no purpose. You can’t make a decent peanut butter and jelly sandwich without crunchy peanut butter.”

A corner of Luke’s mouth wanted to quirk into a grin, then was ruthlessly suppressed. “I’m starting to understand the low quality of my pb&js all of a sudden. I hate to have to be the one to inform you of this, Nessa, my dear, but you’ve been doing it wrong!”

I gasped in horror. “A heathen, it’s a heathen I’ve been feeding! There’s only one way to make a pb&j, and that’s with crunchy peanut butter!”

Luke tsk’d his tongue at me, then began to demonstrate by layering his hands. “Wrong, wrong wrong! It’s a layer of creamy peanut butter and a layer of jelly on one slice of bread, then a layer of creamy peanut butter on the other.” He brought his hands together. “And THAT’S the only way to properly make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Crunchy peanut butter has no place here!”

“Blasphemy, sir!”

“How else do you keep the bread from getting all jelly sogged up?”

We were in each other’s faces now, giggling but still earnestly wagging fingers at each other. “You eat your damn sandwich as soon as you damn well make it sir!”

That argument, which was never going to be resolved anyway, dissolved into giggling. I took his point and made his stupid sandwiches his way, and all was well.

And back to today.

This bit is super special to me, cause it’s in memory of an actual conversation that Draz and I had… a lot. And this being the time of year it is, he’s on my mind lately.

Well.

Today while feeling thoroughly bummed out by our covid numbers… again… and the lack of non Cartmanesque behavior… again… I got a package.

There was a beautiful unsigned note with it that made me cry.. and it was filled with-

That’s right.. all these beautiful little containers of crunchy peanut butter.

I laughed and I cried some more. Whatever else I do in this life, I feel like I’ve touched some folk, and today… well that’s a very big deal to me.