Sunday evenings at my home are quite a luxury. Church is finally over, (did I just really say that), everyone is in their favorite comfy lounge gear, and fun movies are being played on the telly. If we are lucky everyone is getting along, and there is maybe a son or two or three who are mock fighting with their light sabors, or making car sounds through the basement. Sunday also means Sunday dinner, and it is usually really lovely. Yesterday we had roasted turkey, mashed tators, stuffing, and asparagus. Delish!!! The only problem is we eat it at 2:00pm when our dad gets home from church, and about 7ish everyone is wondering where dinner is.
I only cook 1 good meal a day, so therefore everyone is on their own. Well, I shouldn't say that because something fabulous usually appears out of nowhere late Sunday night. Yesterday it was the world famous Peanut Butter Toast! Now, I am going to leave a recipe for this delectable, divine creation so just keep reading. There are many merits of the PB and J that I am going to explore here.
I don't think there is anything quite as nice as a hot piece of white toast with a thick layer of peanut butter just starting to melt as the honey is drizzled on. Honey to me is liquid gold. As a kid we quickly learned that "man could live by bread alone" as long as there was peanut butter and honey around. My dad would really doctor up his peanut butter sandwiches. I remember my mom not being to keen to his recipe, but I have to admit, it tasted heavenly. Two slices of toast, two big slabs of butter on each piece of toast, peanut butter, and then the honey. The butter made the sandwich spectacular, but I'm sure it has lead to a clogged artery or two, but dang it what could be better.
I also am an avid believer in the peanut butter diet. If any of you have had kids who won't eat dinner just know that my brother Marc lived on peanut butter sandwiches as a kid. He was the pickiest eater around. Every night my mom would present something great for dinner, but Marc would have none of it. It wasn't like my mom was making Phad Thai, or a curry of some sort. I'm talking ordinary spaghetti, fajitas, or Scooble Scobble. Mom would try to coax Marc into eating something good and finally give up and give him a peanut butter sandwich. If any of you know Marc now, he is a handsome, full grown, healthy man who now loves all types foods. He especially likes Phad Thai, curries and anything with blue cheese in it. So the moral of this story is that the peanut butter sandwich diet is healthy, and leads to adults who have adventuresome tastes and appetites.
So last nights peanut butter toast fest started with just me. I needed a sandwich to curb my sweet tooth but soon Emma was right at my side with her pieces of toast. Pretty soon the whole entire Clawson clan was smiling and laughing as gooey gobs and drips of honey ran down our forearms and onto the table. It is one meal that a good bath is almost a necessity after eating it. It is necessary to have a big icy cup of milk to wash the toast down with. Now as a kid I hated milk and frankly I still do. I usually only buy it to wet my cereal with, and throw the rest down the sink. I'm the mom now and no one can make me drink the cow pablum if I don't want to. There are only 3 times in my life that I will drink milk. When I am pregnant I guzzle the stuff straight from the fridge. That is such a disgusting habit. Secondly whenever there is cold birthday cake left over I will drink milk with my cake for breakfast, and finally when I eat a warm piece of Peanut Butter toast it is a necessity. What a toast to Sunday! The best kind of toast-Peanut Butter Toast!
Now my recipe is simple and delish. Quite simple in terms of recipes. I will tell you to try my dad's variation with the slabs of butter. It is very indulgent and might kill you one day, but I've heard that anything you eat on a Sunday is fat free. So try it next Sabbath. There is always the variation of the folded over piece of bread with peanut butter and homemade raspberry jam, but that is for another day. You must try the toasted open face white bread with honey. On a Sunday there is nothing better. Notice in one of the pictures too the red cup. Doesn't that just scream Grandma Barker!!! I got those cups from her house after she died. They just remind me of being a kid and running into her house for a drink of water. She always told me to point the handle on the faucet at my house for cold water. I will never forget that. Everytime I turn on cold water I point the handle to "my house" to this day. Food and memories go hand in hand. I love it!
Open Faced Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwiches
2 pieces of Great Harvest White bread toasted (must be Great Harvest Country White bread from the Logan UT bakery. So if anyone needs us to mail you a loaf, holler. And Aunt Jill remember we only EAT white bread not sit on it!)
cold butter (slabs go on easier if it's cold)
lots of peanut butter (we always had chunky at my house)
loads of honey (liquid gold)
Enjoy while it is still hot and the honey and peanut butter have made a heavenly swirl of goodness. Lick up the drips and enjoy your next Sunday Dinner. Serve with the iciest cup of milk you can find.