Category Archives: Peanut Butter and Jelly

Speaking Sandwich

Guest post from Mr. Fixit. Many thanks!

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Football coaches get paid obscene amounts of money. In an effort to justify their salaries (and maybe win more games), they talk about teaching selflessness and building cohesiveness. One coach has discovered the power of sandwiches in imparting these lessons.

According to news reports, first year Florida Gators coach Jim McElwain used sandwiches as bait to encourage players to drop by his office and chat. He mostly made peanut butter and jellies, but also grilled some cheese sandwiches.

One player who couldn’t resist was freshman receiver Antonio Callaway. McElwain made him feel at home by preparing PB&Js with the crust cut off, just the way the kid likes ’em. Callaway finished the season as the most productive freshman pass catcher in UF history, and the Gators exceeded expectations in McElwain’s first year, so the coach is likely to keep serving in-office sandwiches to his players. Hopefully they can enjoy the snacks with a glass of milk, not Gatorade.

 

GAINESVILLE | Weeks ago, it was discovered that Florida coach Jim McElwain routinely makes freshman wide receiver Antonio Callaway peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in is office, specifically without crust per the freshman’s liking.

Read on here.

Pecking Order

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Pecking Order

The heart of Pecking Order, as announced a while back, is chicken marinated in Subido’s mom’s marinade (including soy sauce, sugar, garlic and vinegar), which you can order grilled, roasted or fried. Sides will include “Saucy Tots” which she describes as “a Filipino poutine” with tomato gravy over housemade tater tots, garlic rice, adobo-stuffed rice puffs, or housemade (by Mama Subido) pickles.”  YES PLEASE.

To that signature lineup she’s now added a selection of sandwiches on pandesal bread, the primary bread of the Philippines, similar to Mexican bolillo rolls, with fillings such as chicken, housemade pate, pickles and fried egg. And she’s planning salads with brightly-flavored ingredients like mango, jicama, and calamansi (a Filipino citrus) dressing. There will be Halo Halo, the traditional fresh fruit and shaved ice dessert. Read on here UH HUH.

Though the store is closing, the Pecking Order brand will now focus more on catering, pop-up dinners, special events and farmer’s markets, including the Low-Line Market outside the Southport Brown Line station every Thursday, and The Nosh, a lunch market Downtown every Thursday and Friday, where Pecking Order will appear every other Thursday. Read more here. OH NO.

 WHAT GAWKER SAYS

Stuff like this:

Man vs. Food Host’s New Show on Hold After He Called Woman a “C**t”

Adam Richman, a man who eats sandwiches professionally, was scheduled to eat some other things professionally today as part of a new show called Man Finds Food. That’s no longer going to happen, because the Man vs. Food host started an Instagram flame war that culminated in his calling a woman a “c**t.” » 7/02/14 10:12am

AND THIS

GAWKER’S SANDWICH PECKING ORDER

55. Elvis                                   26. Veal parm
54. Fat Darrell                        25. Fried chicken
53. St. Paul sandwich           24. Lampredotto
52. Chow mein sandwich     23. Primanti Bros.
51. Tuna salad                        22. The Gatsby
50. Roast beef                        21. Caprese
49. Fluffernutter                   20. Bacon, egg & cheese
48. Italian beef                      19. Oyster po’ boy
47. Eggplant parm                18. Ice cream
46. Beef on weck                   17. Peanut butter & jelly
45. Horseshoe                       16. Cuban
44. Tuna melt                       15. Shrimp po’ boy
43. Cheese                             14. Club
42. Hot Brown                      13. Pulled pork
41. Sloppy Joe                       12. Kokoreç
40. Chip butty                       11. The Dennis
39. Chicken salad                 10. Cheesesteak
38. Ham                                  9. Chicken parm
37. Croque-monsieur           8. BLT
36. Croque-madame             7. Bánh mi
35. Turkey                               6. Muffaletta
34. French Dip                       5. Pilgrim
33. Corned beef                      4. Porchetta
32. Steak                                  3. Lobster roll
31. Patty melt                          2. Grilled cheese
30. Pastrami                            1. Italian hoagie
29. Reuben
28. Egg salad
27. Bologna

WHAT I SAY

HEY WHAT ABOUT 

Fried Brain, Mother-in-Law, New Jersey Sloppy Joe, Felafel, Meatball, Breaded Pork Tenderloin, Grouper Dog, Peanut Butter and Banana, Gyro, Pork Roll, Spiedies, Tomato Sandwich and Souvlaki

???

My Pecking Order

1. Reuben, Hot Brown, French Dip, Cuban, Breaded Pork Tenderloin, New Jersey Sloppy Joe, Cheesesteak, Banh Mi, Italian Hoagie, Beef on Weck, Fried Perch, Grilled Cheese, BLT, Corned Beef with Cole Slaw and Russian Dressing, Primanti Bros, The Gatsby, Meatball, Egg Salad, Croque Monsieur and Madame, Porchetta, Lobster Roll, Muffaletta and Poor Boy.

2. Everything else.

Fall In

Thanks to the Sublime Miss M for the aLeRt!

 

 

The Times Will Tell

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Who Made That?

PB&J only looks like this in pictures. Nicely done Victoria Granof.

Am Not! Are Too! Am Not! Are Too!

22 Things You’re Doing Wrong

I have been set straight. Thank Saint Earl-of-Wich I lived long enough to see improvements on these essential quotidian tasks.

Other things I am doing wrong:

1. Putting on nylon stockings. My mother always put on a pair of white cotton gloves before slipping her foot into a stocking and shimmying it up her leg. I don’t have any white cotton gloves.

2. Um…gee….

That’s it. We must be perfect around here. Please don’t poke any holes in our delusion.  That would just be wrong.

Two P’s in a Pod in a Pinch

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From KG-in-a-inch

Thought about you the other day: the NY Times had a write up in the food section about eanut butter & bread & butter ickle sandwiches. That is the one ickle I do like. Karin and my dog Mitchell were out of town all weekend seeing her mom in Roanoke. Kept telling myself – since I had all the ingredients – I was going to try this out. Kept chickening out.

My (used to be) aversion to ickles was 1.) thought erfectly fine cucumbers were messed with & 2.) (back when I would do McDonald’s – thought it was nervy of them to assume everyone wanted ickles on the cheeseburgers. Having quit smoking a couple of years ago find my alette has expanded. Such adventure ahead!

The verdict is in: Skippy Extra Crunchy w/ bread & butter ickles on lightly toasted  French bread = 100% winner!

Your encouragement was very helpful making this dive into the gastronomic unknown…..

Sandwich Monday: The PB&P

by Ian Chillag

NPR – October 29, 2012

The Peanut Butter & Pickle Sandwich dates back to the Great Depression. It’s great if you’re transported back in time to 1930 and you forget to bring Powerbars, or, say, if you’re stuck in your house with limited pantry options as a big hurricane heads your way. The New York Times says the PB&P is “a thrifty and unacknowledged American classic.”

Ian: As New York Times endorsed sandwiches go, this is way better than the Paul Krugwich.

Robert: It’s a weird combination. It’s a bad sign when even pregnant women won’t eat it.

Ian: The reason the Peanut Butter & Pickle sandwich was popular in the Great Depression was because people didn’t have money for the more traditional sandwich, the Anything & Anything Else.

Leah: Yeah. This pairs great with a nice shoelace and mule hoof stew.

Eva: This was part of FDR’s New Deal program to get unemployed pickles back to work.

Ian: Wow. It’s not bad. I haven’t been this surprised by a sandwich since that White Castle slider came to life and begged us to stop eating it.

Robert: Reese’s, are you listening? America wants a Pickle Butter Cup.

Eva: I always thought mixing peanut butter and pickles was lethal…or maybe that’s bleach and ammonia. Can’t remember.

Ian: Subbing in pickles is like having Tebow come off the bench. By that I mean pickles are bad at football.

[The verdict: surprisingly not bad. The pickles provide a nice texture and sweetness. That said, no one wanted more.]

Of course no one wanted more. They were satisfied!

Back to School

In the kitchen baking, sunny Saturday morning, all happy cuz it’s the weekend and the rain has stopped. IPod on shuffle, super danceable song comes on. “Oooooh,” I think, “this is pretty good,” shimmying to the dock to check it out. POKEMON SOUNDTRACK?!?! Hahahahahaha.

Danced my way to lots and lots of chocolate chippers for his lunch box. Sandwich fillings? That’s a whole nother problem.

A bacon butty would do. Fix his wagon. Daily. In the best possible way. It’s there, in bold, page 14 of the manual on him. My conscience screams noooo.  Nothing to stick the bacon to the bread? No butter mortar? Also, there is the small issue of him eating bacon daily.

Oh go on, my conscience relents. Remember last year when the powers that be, that eternity ago, told you, in no uncertain terms, that his wheels would fall off en route to middle school? Remember that? There he goes, daily, wheels gaining purchase.  Bacon grease lubes his mental motor. Pack that boy a bacon butty.

Around here parents urge, “Choose a healthy snack, honey,” and that kind of gags me, too. Do we have to have camps, teams, chasms? When did cookies and bacon become unhealthy? Not to mention – here goes – butter.

The word healthy has been scraped into to my verbal compost bin, on top of the decomposing  low-fat and natural. We will drag those poor tired words out in 20 years for the 2011 theme party. Meanwhile, scanning the horizons for fresher choices. Here’s a good one: FOOD! “Choose a food snack, honey.”

The Sublime Miss M is thinking of the lunch box, too, rolling with the seasons. BLT’s revolving out, PB&J revolving in. She sent along the news from Blackberry Farm, a place that rests at the end of the rainbow, a place where perfect is the friend of good, a place where peanut butter and jelly have been hushed, a place where imperfect is the timeless perfect.

At the Blackberry Farm of my mind, a person may travel by their choice of locomotion to the lunch table. Dancing legs, wagon wheels, sublime rolling. Come on for a bacon butty. Peanut butter mortar.

Blackberry Farm