PB wench

To begin, let me assure all true-believers that the To-Fu Master has not lost a beet, his vivace tempeh does not flag, & his superpowered waistline still snaps back wash after wash. From the depths of all that is mighty, I offer you

PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH à la East Village, New York

As much peanut butter as you can stomach
Slice of fresh bread

Spread peanut butter on bread. Maintain open face. Pause (Ay, there's the rub). Eat.

Ah, but this is no ordinary sandwich. Hurrah for the Whole Foods flagship at Union Square in the big, gritty, bustling city of New York, where local calls are billed on the minute & where I can flip off with reflexive alacrity a pushy senior who nosed her gas guzzler through right-of-way pedestrian traffic (that is, a hard swerve in front of me as I crossed the street on a WALK light)! There, I wended my way through NYU brats, fashionista, part-time models on the DL, desperate housewives, & the like, until I reached the downstairs station for freshly grinding nuts, tucked beside personal beauty products: shaaa?! honey-roasted peanut butter (among other options that include chocolate-chip PB — one or the other is usually low or empty). Next score was a fragrant honey whole-grain boule just carted out steaming from the bakery guts. Then I sped home, without incident, & promptly crafted the PB wench's delight.

Wish you were here.

Comments

[ahree]

I'm not sure whether this is a recipe or a hymn to The City. :-)

I wonder if my local Whole Foods has a peanut butter section. I'll have to look next time. This also reminds me of the PB+J at Atticus, the bookstore-cafe in New Haven, CT. It's made on a sliced, toasted croissant -- decadent.