PB Jenny

hey there friends and thank you so much for visiting my page =) In a few short words I am a 19 year old English major at Sacred Heart University with a passion for family, love, creativity, yoga, and i kind of like peanut butter too ;). Sure, those are just a few tidbits about me but what is the story of the girl behind the jar?

those school girl days 

Monday, January 10, 2011 3:31:56 PM

This morning’s breakfast was reminiscent of one of my favorite childhood snacks.

Clearly, my taste has not changed at all.

Banana oatmeal topped with ritz crackers and Teddie’s PB.

The sweet and salty combination was just as perfect as I remember, though the back up dancers may have outshined the main event, if you catch my drift.

Bittersweet chocolate cake (I halved the recipe), vanilla chobani, raspberries.

Fudge-factor? Check.

Happy Belly? Check

Edible nostalgia? Check check.


I was overcome with another feeling of edible nostalgia later in the afternoon when I went and visited my mom at work. She’s a school nurse at my old elementary school and I love going to visit her. It’s astounding to me how little the school has changed, and how much I have.

As I followed the red and white tiled floors to the nurses office, I caught a whiff of a familiar smell.

Something pre-packaged, frozen, and fried.

Ah, must be chicken nugget day – the only thing that made fish stick and salisbury steak day slightly more bearable.

I couldn’t help but reminiscing about my grade school cafeteria days. As Gabriela mentioned inher post, however, I didn’t remember the actual food that I ate as much as I remembered the memories surrounding them.

Begging my friend to let me “back-butt” her in line so I could get the stuffed crust pizza rather than the day-old deep dish.

Piling beets on my plate in the salad bar because I thought it was cranberry sauce. (I haven’t been able to eat cranberry sauce since. Thanksgiving is forever tainted)

Trying (and failing) at opening those ridiculous chocolate milk cartons, resulting in spilt milk on my new Limited Too sweatshirt and shame on my face. Whoever said not to “cry over spilled milk” clearly has never done so at a table packed with 20+ 5th graders.

I could go on for days…but instead, I want to open up the floor to you guys!

What are your most memorable (good or bad!) childhood foodie memories?

Thanks for the inspiration, Gabriela! You always keep me thinking :)

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