My daddy (Merkikan through and through) has always called peanut butter "teddy bear poop". Now if that isn't enough to gag ya, I don't know what is (ceptin' for haggis, of course).

It didn't stop me from enjoying my crunchy PB at any time either as a youngster or now. PB&J - actually, PB and strawberry jam- now that's a good Saturday lunch!



What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy? -Ursula K. Le Guin, author (1929- )