Peanut butter and butter
Somehow when I’m blue I need a peanut butter and butter sandwich. I don’t know why. Long ago, my mother made them for me. I think she must have run out of jelly and just threw some butter on there as a substitute. But they’ve been my go-to comfort food for 50 years. Hey, I’m not that old, am I? Tonight, I am. So I’m sitting in bed, watching Grey’s Anatomy and eating a peanut butter and butter sandwich. It was really good. Tough times never last; tough people do. Peanut butter and butter. That’s the ticket.