Your childhood sandwich?

You might say that would make you the boss.

It would certainly make Heaven a Place on Earth.

 

I'll give that a try in the morning, thanks.

 

I think he means "lazy man's grilled cheese," correct?

 

Or perhaps "grilled cheese for those who can't cook" ... do I need to tell the story of the Grilled Cheese Incident of 2003?

 

pepperoni, american cheese, extra mayo.

 

I tried your egg salad recipe Buckdub, but it was awful crunchy.
Should I peel the eggs first, perhaps? [slightlydysfunctional] ;D

 

Peanut butter and caro syrup? I hope you ate it on the toilet...

Ugh...

That's a good one... Mine was probably Milano and Nicole Eggert...

 

Childhood sandwiches to take to school everyday for lunch... PB&J (creamy peanut butter, grape jelly, white bread) or bologna on white bread. At home, those two or grilled cheese (American)

As an adult, I still like to have PB&J for lunch.. it's quick and easy. Except now I use whole wheat bread, crunchy reduced-fat peanut butter and grape jelly (or if I've had the chance to buy it Sarabeth's Mixed Berry preserves)

 

I was thinking about this today at lunch. Specifically, I was thinking about the "too poor to buy butter" sentiment.

I wonder how many of us in this business grew up in poverty or lower-middle class conditions? How many children of well-off families have taken a job in journalism, knowing their standard of living would decrease, as opposed to accepting the low wages because they've never known any different? How many of us are children of teachers or janitors or cops and not doctors or lawyers?

Sorry for the threadjack, but I didn't want to start a whole 'nother thread.

 

I'm independently wealthy. I just do this because I get a kick out of being shamed into doing a story on the freshman football team.

 

Masochist!

 

No. I was poor, too.

In high school, I ate my share of Arby's Beef 'n' Cheddar sandwiches. They usually had some crazy deal where you could get four for $5. Two of us would pitch in $2.50 and chow.

I actually don't recall much of anything that I ate prior to about 14. I ate something called ants on a log, which was a piece of celery with peanut butter and raisins. Damned tasty way to eat celery. But my kids just lick off the peanut butter and raisins and throw the celery in the trash. I'm sure I had lots of PBJ as well.

Don't know whether it means my family was poor...

but I also recall lots of Chef Boyardee do-it-yourself pizza kits and chow mein and Dinty Moore beef stew and cream of mushroom soup. I loved the soup.