When the hubby and I were poor and yes we were dirt poor, I moved out at 15 he was 17, we lived on ramen noodles. When we had a little extra money we would
buy a loaf of bread a small jar of jelly and some peanut butter. We both have such a soft place for the memories of those PB&J sandwiches we named our first two pets, bunnies, peanut butter the boy and Jelly the girl. So in my mind nothing can compare to a good ole PB&J sandwich.
Its funny how now I look back at that time in our lives with such fondness, but at the time I hated every minute of it.