First of all, how have I gone this long without posting about food? If you know me at all, you know that I live for lunch (and sometimes brunch, dinner, and snack -- but almost never breakfast) and food. I have eaten a lot of great meals here, and although I wouldn't say they changed my life, I would say they were worth every calorie and I would do it again in a heartbeat.
The food that really made me think today was peanut butter. I don't remember the last time I bought it; the last time I ate it was in Mendoza on a pb&j sandwich that Sydney made.
Today around lunch time I craved peanut butter. I had 2 bananas in my backpack that I was going to eat for lunch/snack and as I was walking to the Chinese take-out place for lunch, I could taste peanut butter and bananas. No joke, I scurried back to the health food store (after leaving it because I thought it did not have what I was looking for for lunch) and bought it.
I was one happy chica norteamericana (North American girl), and I stayed that way all day. Even after I devoured my banana covered in peanut butter. That is my snack. The flavor triggered memories of home that have not left me all day. Who knew such a usually mundane food could be linked to so much nostalgia?
Anyway, now that I have a whole jar of peanut butter, I intend to eat it for lunch. I made some little sandwiches using crackers I bought from the Chino on my way home from school. These, plus veggies and fruit will make for one great lunch tomorrow.
The food that really made me think today was peanut butter. I don't remember the last time I bought it; the last time I ate it was in Mendoza on a pb&j sandwich that Sydney made.
Today around lunch time I craved peanut butter. I had 2 bananas in my backpack that I was going to eat for lunch/snack and as I was walking to the Chinese take-out place for lunch, I could taste peanut butter and bananas. No joke, I scurried back to the health food store (after leaving it because I thought it did not have what I was looking for for lunch) and bought it.
I was one happy chica norteamericana (North American girl), and I stayed that way all day. Even after I devoured my banana covered in peanut butter. That is my snack. The flavor triggered memories of home that have not left me all day. Who knew such a usually mundane food could be linked to so much nostalgia?
Anyway, now that I have a whole jar of peanut butter, I intend to eat it for lunch. I made some little sandwiches using crackers I bought from the Chino on my way home from school. These, plus veggies and fruit will make for one great lunch tomorrow.
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