Katie Strumpf
"Helping kids with cancer.......a cancer survivor's story"  

Peanut Butter Jelly Time

I did it this morning, and have done it countless times before.

I come home from hot yoga, stick a spoon in a jar of (extra) crunchy peanut butter (preferably Jif), and shove it in my mouth. It is not a pretty sight, but one I repeat time and time again. Sometimes I go back for seconds.

Let me explain. 

When I get home from hot yoga, I am typically ravenously hungry. But, all I want to do is shower. The peanut butter provides me with a quick hit of protein to make it through the shower, before I really eat. When I am feeling indulgent, I add some jelly to the spoon. It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

I had no idea this was a real song, I thought it was something Adam made up to entertain me while I mainlined peanut butter. But, it is a real song, and apparently I was the only one not in the know. I literally laugh out loud every time I hear it, remembering Adam singing it. His dancing and voice were better than the dancing banana. Adam once told me that he associated the smell of sweat and peanut butter with me. Not cute. When he was in a coma in hospice, I would come home from yoga (and peanut butter plunging) and kiss him hello, because I knew however awful that smell, he would know it was me. I imagined him thinking, Oh, yes, it is my love, she who smells of sweat and peanut butter.

Adam used to buy the natural peanut butter that you had to mix together and refrigerate. It completely grossed me out, and suffice to say, we had separate peanut butter. He kept trying to convert me to the natural peanut butter, but I told him that I am a true American, and my peanut butter needs preservatives. Then I noticed he rarely ate his natural peanut butter, but instead mine. I never called him on it, but felt silently smug (this silence is rare). Even all-natural Adam wanted preservatives in his peanut butter.

I did not grow up liking peanut butter. In fact, I hated it. I wasn't as bad as Cheryl, who was actually afraid of ants on a log. Sorry to throw you under the bus, Cheryl, but it had to be said. While most kids were chowing down on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I had tuna sandwiches. Yep, I was high-maintenance even then, just ask my mom. She made all those tuna sandwiches. 

 My peanut butter jelly time routine continues post-yoga here in the South. A few weeks ago, my peanut butter world was changed. 

I tasted organic peanut butter. (Not organic, all-natural, for the record.) It was delicious, and so peanut-buttery. I remembered Adam and his attempts buy organic, to which I quoted Amy Poehler to Adam's celebrity crush Tina Fey in Baby Mama, "Organic is for rich people who hate themselves.". Which we were neither, seeing as we both worked in nonprofit, and had positive self-images. 

After tasting the organic peanut butter, my peanut butter world is forever changed.

And I know somewhere, Adam is silently smug. Or perhaps singing and dancing to the Peanut Butter Jelly Song. Organic, of course. 




Posted by Katie Strumpf at 11:38 AM on March 2, 2011 | Comments (0)


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