Marriage is a PBJ

 

There is a very special sandwich known as a PBJ.  It is a staple in most kid’s lunch boxes growing up.  It’s delicious, it’s healthy, it’s quick, it’s trustworthy…good ol’ PBJ.

 

A PBJ has peanut butter and jelly.  Now the peanut butter can be smooth and creamy or thick and crunchy.  It doesn’t even have to be peanut butter what with all those nut allergies out there…go gourmet with almond butter or, if you’re really daring, nutella!  And jelly – sweet, sticky, tart, seedless, seeded, berry, grape, marmalade…the options are practically endless.

 

Here’s what’s strange…nowadays some people take two pieces of bread, slather on the peanut butter, and slap them together “voila, a PBJ” they say.  Or some others glop on the jelly, and only jelly, and “ta-da a PBJ” they grin.  Nope.  Not so. 

 

“But I want a PBJ…without the PB…or the J…what do you care if I make it however I want and call it a PBJ?”

 

Because a sandwich without the jelly is a peanut butter sandwich.  A sandwich without the peanut butter is a jelly sandwich.  Not a PBJ.

 

Please don’t redefine a PBJ for everyone.