12 Midnight Franz Old fashioned white bread
Imperial margarine (or real butter)
Adam's chunky; peanuts, salt
Smucker's strawberry jam
Thick
Slathered
Gits on yer fingers and face
Milk....outa the jug
Another, the works Dining over the kitchen sink
2:10AM
wake to horrendous stomach cramps Evil entities wrestling each other as to who gets to the back door first
2:23AM Trudge to the john stubborn, hesitant rabbit pellets
2:57AM
Noise ridden expectorating salad shooter
Worth it
Or
When the little woman is out;
Adam's and jam (any) on crackers
Or
Adam's on chips (any)
Or
Adam's and Adam's
Big spoon
Here's the deal;
Summer, 1954
Connie Ekert was out front of her house
Cradling a slice of white wonder bread ('builds strong bodies 12 ways'), we had brown something (builds bodies only two or three ways) The Skippy peanut butter glistened in the midday sun
Connie's family was poor
That had to have been her breakfast...and lunch
She was takin' her sweet time...nibbling on the crust
I dropped my bike......and stared
I had had a large heaping bowl of oatmeal only an hour or so earlier
'wanna bite?'
an ashamed but voluntary impulsive nod of my head
I got a corner
Ohhhh-hohhh-hoh
My first
After that, I could live on peanut butter
I have lived on peanut butter
But
My palate is more defined now, more mature
I require milk
(akshly, a plain open faced PB and bread followed by a swig of cola is purtydurn good too)
Since we moved to the cabin, bread is multi-grained, heavy, actual food all by itself However I require Adams Peanutbutter to be in my cache Big jar, sitting upside down, waiting
Be careful with the raw spinach. Some years ago people in this area were dying from eating raw baby spinach. Such a panic, it vanished from all the supermarkets for months (I had to buy from a Farmers Market). Don't recall all the details, so I Googled it, and I think this is it: