There are few things I find more disturbing or perplexing than squeezable condiments. Today I woke up and thought a PB&J on toast would be a nice way to get going. I opened the refrigerator to grab the peanut butter and jelly, only to discover that all we had was this. Grape is not my favorite, but I was willing to let that slide. It was the squeezable part that really made me unhappy. I don’t understand it; you still need a knife to spread the jelly! What is the point? And I don’t want to hear anything about how they’re less messy unless you’re referring to a small child making their own sandwich.
the misadventures of miss meagan
just your average girl full of wonder...
