I wonder if I
smell.
I don’t think
I do.
I mean no
one’s ever told me I do. Well, except for my brother, but that’s an exception
for two reasons. One, he’s my brother. Two, when he did, I’d just finished a
three hour workout. I think I’m allowed a little stink after that.
But otherwise,
I’ve only ever heard good things about my smell.
So when the
girl who sat next to me for the first few weeks of math class suddenly moved
over a chair without explanation…I was a bit confused.
Of course she
has the right to sit anywhere she wants to. And maybe she’s like me; maybe she
just doesn’t like people that much.
But if it’s
not a certain stench I give off, it’s left me wondering what it could be?
The other day
in class I suddenly had an idea. I chew. It’s an 8am math class, I have to eat
my breakfast right at the beginning. I usually bring cereal and let’s face it,
it’s gonna be a little crunchy.
Mmmm…The
awkward moments my eating gets me into…
The girl does
seem to be secluded. We weren’t like best friends or anything, I don’t think we
said more than the polite “Thank you” when passing out handouts to each other.
It’s not a giant loss and there are many reasons for why it could of happened.
Whatever the
reason, I hope I don’t smell.
The good news
of today is……….that I’m practically jumping with joy to announce that yesterday
was my last final. At 9:08am I officially finished my first semester in my
sophomore year of college.
Looking back
on this semester it’s hard to see where it all went. Late nights studying for
rough exams? No, not really. Early mornings to find parking, and long days to
fit in a good schedule, yes, but late nights no. Parties? Eh, I’m not a
“partier” in that sense, I kept my head pretty sober this semester. Still, even
with a clean head it’s like being trapped under a crashing wave and not knowing
which way is up. I’m not so sure where my time went and what to do with myself
now that I’m free. I have to admit that most of it went into making peanut
butter sandwiches to take to school for dinner.
This past
semester, out of all the peanut butter sandwiches I’ve made and left in the
fridge, these two top the list:
The first is a
classic; I’ve seen it over and over again. I never realized how good it was
till I tried it myself. Honey and peanut butter.
Anyone out
there ever had one? What’s your favorite way to make it?
Toasted?
Grilled? Straight out of the jars?
For me, I
spread honey on both slices, then the peanut butter (homemade). Then I let it
sit in the fridge overnight, when I go to class I bring it in a lunchbox with
an icepack and eat it for dinner.
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| As you can see, I made a lot of these. |
By now, the
honey and peanut butter have mixed and thickened each other. The bread is cold,
the honey-peanut butter filling is rich hand sweet. As I open the lunchbox it’s
hard to dismiss the strong burst of honey and homemade peanut butter
(definitely the best part of the whole experience).
The second
sandwich is more on the weird side, more…expected of me, by those who know me.
Peanut butter,
BBQ sauce, and apple.
Would you try
it?
I mix peanut
butter and a bit of BBQ sauce (enough to taste it well, but not overpower the
peanut butter). Then I slice the apple into either thin circles or thing
strips. Spread the mixture on both sides of the bread and place the apple to
cover one slice. Put it together and either eat it then or (like I did for
school) leave it in the fridge overnight for dinner the next day.
Also, if
you’re lactose intolerant like myself, but LOVE the taste of grilled cheese,
grilled peanut butter sandwiches are a must. The BBQ and peanut butter sandwich
makes a great griller.
The semester
may have flown by, but I’m glad it’s over.
More time to do what I like: read, workout, experiment, and eat.
I find a lot
of recipes offline. I spend tons of time Googling different ingredients to find
oddball creations.
