“You can spread jelly on the peanut butter but you can’t spread peanut butter on the jelly.”

The morning is sunny with a partly cloudy sky. It is only 32°. Snow showers are a possibility. Tonight we’re predicted to get around an inch of snow. That will be our biggest snow storm to date.

My dance card for the week is pretty much the same as my dance card of last week and the week before and before that and on and on. This is a slow, quiet time of year.

Nala is a clever dog. She knows when to run away with her pilfered goods, and the dog door provides a quick escape. I joked a few days ago about the Creeping Garland. It moved, and I never saw the how though I knew the who. Yesterday afternoon Nala was busy in the hall. I should have been suspicious. Later, when I went through the hall to the kitchen, I saw the garland stretched out its full length in the hall. Nala had brought it through the dog door from the yard. I was amazed. She had to have pulled it through the door, and I never saw or heard her. I figured she did it during the nap I took yesterday. Nala is a tricky dog.

Yesterday I had a fluffernutter, a peanut butter and Marshmallow Fluff sandwich. The peanut butter was chunky. I remember when I was a kid my mother once bought chunky peanut butter instead of smooth by mistake. The taste was a divine revelation.

In Ghana, groundnut (peanut) stew is a staple. I used to buy groundnut paste, the stew’s main ingredient, in the market, not for stews but for sandwiches. It was thick, natural peanut butter using an alias. I had to make do with jelly for my sandwich.

When I was a kid, by the time I’d get home from school on a winter’s day, it was too cold to play outside for long or even at all. We’d watch TV. My mother would be cooking dinner. The kitchen was small. I can close my eyes and see my mother by the sink peeling potatoes. I remember the steam on the windows from the food cooking. The table was beside the big kitchen window near the back door. The kitchen was open to the living room, a construction detail way ahead of its time. After my sister was born, we moved down the hill to the house with one more bedroom, the house where I grew up.

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2 Comments on ““You can spread jelly on the peanut butter but you can’t spread peanut butter on the jelly.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun was shining through west Texas dust blown in by the strong wind. The high temperature today was a nice 75°.

    Your Nala will keep you on your toes regardless of what you do. She’s a real character. 🙂

    I never liked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I like peanut butter but not with jelly. Maybe the reason was that my mother used to only use grape jelly. Maybe a PB&J sandwich made with strawberry jam or jelly would be me more to my liking. However, I enjoy the flavor of peanut butter by itself, especially the chunky variety. My go to breakfast during the week is a package of Ritz crackers with peanut butter.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      It stayed in the mid to low 30’s. Right now it is 31°. We are expecting 1 to 3 inches of snow, the least in the state. Thank you, Atlantic Ocean.

      Nala is a character all right. She came from my cousin. He had to give her up as she was attacking the bigger, older boxer he had. They are both females, not a good boxer combination. He never mentioned her peculiarities. I can’t think she started her felonious ways when she came to live with me.

      I don’t like grape jelly. I hated that it bled through the bread. I do like jams. I have a cranberry-orange jam I am enjoying. I finished my favorite a while back, blueberry. I love peanut butter,

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