PB + J = <3

So why do I love PB&J so much again? Don't you dare ask me that question. I think it's quite obvious...well, okay, I'll tell ya. It's just so GOOD. Like, you seriously know something is special when it's g-o-o-d...it's freaggin' one letter away from spelling God. It IS the king of all sandwiches...I mean, how many sandwhiches can you make with one slice of Great Value and two ingredients? (That's exactly what I thought. Uh-huh.) And I happen to know how to make a mean PB&J. I am total beastmode when it comes to the art of sandwich making. I guess the sandwich gods adore me, what can I say? Don't believe me? Feast your hungry little eyes on that picture up above. Um-hm, that's one of my creations. So just know that if you ever come over my house, you've got a sandwich with your name written all over it...okay, maybe not, I don't want you to die of ink poisoning...bleh. Oh well. Just don't sew me.

A Poptart A Day...

So I'm just wondering--what is it that makes pop tarts so good? Is it the light frosting that compliments its breaded texture? Or maybe it's the irresistible filling on the inside that's just the right amount of sweet...I'm at a loss. No matter the mysterious reason, I find that most of my friends are addicted to this delightful little pastry as well. I still remember when we realized that the school vending machine had finally switched over to the 2-pack pouch instead of selling just one measly pop tart. We all grinned in satisfaction and high-fived. I've got to hand it to Kellogg's, even the little animated characters on the packages make me crack a smile; it's an all around good thing.