Tuesday was National Peanut Butter Day, but it was also National Meeting Day at work and National Girl’s Night and Wine Drinking Day at my friend’s apartment, so somehow I missed it. I MISSED NATIONAL PEANUT BUTTER DAY. Man, I love peanut butter! It’s so great, it’s one of the best foods to ever exist (unless you’re allergic, in which case, I’m so sorry – you are missing out).
What are some things I love about peanut butter, you ask? Well, allow me to answer:
- You can eat it with a spoon straight out of the jar and it’s awesome.
- So many choices! You can choose smooth, chunky, salted, unsalted (weirdo), all-natural (choose this one), all-unnatural, etc.
- You can dip so many things in it. Apples, crackers, chocolate bars.
- It’s not low-calorie, but it’s satisfying and nutritious (if you’re buying the right kind).
- It reminds you of being a kid.
I’m pretty bummed I missed it, but technically I celebrated without even knowing it by eating peanut butter toast with raisins for breakfast. Really, you can celebrate National Peanut Butter Day every day of the week if you’re lucky.
I’ll leave you with this video of people talking with peanut butter in their mouths. You’re welcome.
Dang, Etta James died yesterday. She was one of my favorite singers – so soulful and passionate. She went through a lot in her life, and when she channeled that pain into her music it was magic.
Anyways, this is a food blog, but it’s my only blog and I wanted to post something to honor Ms. James. With that, I present to you Shortnin’ Bread Rock. I mean, it is a song about bread. At least I’m pretty sure.
Scrambled eggs. Bananas in milk. Cinnamon sugar toast. The Holy Trinity of my father’s culinary capabilities, the only “dishes” he was really able to make with complete confidence. Their beauty was in their simplicity. When I think of the comforts of my childhood I often think of these foods.
The power of food to define a place, a person, a time, a memory – it’s incredible. Have you ever tasted something that seemed to transport you to somewhere in your past? Smelled something cooking and thought of the person who used to cook that for you? Seen a favorite food from childhood and remembered what things were like when you were a kid? I have. Food engages so many of the senses; it’s no wonder that cooking and eating can be highly emotional endeavors.
Tonight I made some cinnamon sugar toast in a small effort to remember my dad. He died two years ago today after a lengthy illness. I think of lots of things when I think of him. I think of his laugh, his catchphrases, his voice, his quirks, his handwriting, his talents, his love for me and my brother. And I think about the food he made us – so simple and yet so full of love.
My dad approached death with courage, humor and grace and I try to approach my life like that. I miss him all the time, but he left me with many lessons and memories. And so without further ado, I present to you the Three Secrets to Perfect Cinnamon Sugar Toast.
1: The Bread
Make sure it’s something hearty and tasty! I used a big old hunk of sunflower whole wheat bread. Toast until brown and crispy. You know how to make toast.
2: The Butter
Spread a generous amount of real butter on it while it’s still warm! If I see you using margarine I’m coming after you.
3: The Cinnamon and the Sugar and the Eating Part
Sprinkle lots of sugar. Sprinkle as little or as much cinnamon as you want. Spread it all out with a knife. Enjoy.