Peanut Butter Cruelty

I finally remembered to buy Blackburn’s Syrup.  Bud’s favorite was Johnny Fair, but I haven’t seen that in a long time.  That evening, I smelled toast and heard Bud rummaging around in the kitchen and digging in the pantry.  I didn’t offer to help, since he can usually manage a snack on his own.

In just a minute, he came bursting in to accuse me.  “You ate all the peanut butter!  You bought syrup when you ate all the peanut butter!  That’s cruel!  Just cruel!  You know I love peanut butter and syrup on toast and you finally bought syrup and there’s no peanut butter.  That’s just cruel!”

He abandoned his toast syrup and slumped forlorn in his chair as I tried not to laugh.  I bought peanut butter today.

21 thoughts on “Peanut Butter Cruelty

  1. I can’t live without peanut butter – my favourite has only peanuts, nothing else added. You may be surprised that we never saw peanut butter in England when I was a child and had strange pictures of what peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in USA might look like. Emigrating to Australia we discovered it – called peanut paste there.

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