Well the Campaign for Real Bread would of course prefer you start with an artisanally crafted universe rather than the modern mass produced stuff that is en vogue these days but it’s up to you.
So creating a universe that has real bread and peanut butter sandwich trees isn’t allowed? Or is it OK as long as they are natural trees and not GM?
My kid’s favorite in the late 80s. I refused to buy it, for frugal reasons - it was double the price per ounce of either PB or J. My mother, tho, kept my her one day per week, and bought her anything she wanted, including Goober Grape.
I tasted it once, out of curiosity. It was even worse than you think - the pb was rubbery and sweet, the “jelly” had a weird thickness, and swirled together made a mass that tasted worse than the two separately.
Thank the gods, her tastes improved.with adulthood.
The Campaign for Real Peanuts insists that peanuts actually be produced from peas.
The Campaign for Real Baby Oil just took a morbid turn…
Then it is decided. I shall create my new universe without any Campaigns for Real anything. And it will have peanut butter and jam sandwich trees, which Americans can localise into whatever name they like.
And that shall be the whole of the law…
Peanut butter on toast.
Or better yet, a grilled peanut-butter sandwich.
No toast!
Came here to say what marence said. I take PB&J hiking often and they survive the trip in my backpack just fine.
I thought that too. Took me forever to work out what was meant.
My god… I hope they were saying this with tongue in cheek.
How much does a second jar of peanut butter cost?
Or maybe how little were those relationships worth?
What if we’re already living in a world where someone already created a universe to meet their personal whims, like " instead of an animal that has milk and an animal that has meat, how about one animal that does both?" Or, “I’d like to get wood for building houses from the same place I get my fruit”.
How would we know?
This reminds me of an exercise in my second grade class. We each gave the teacher instructions on how to make a PB&J sandwich, and then were served the result. Teacher was not inclined to generous interpretation of the instructions, so they were all a mess.
In retrospect, that was my first computer science class.
Sometimes I join a thread late and after reading some posts, skip down to the bottom. And then I wonder if I want to go back to discover how we got from
to
You interest me strangely…
I’m not sure if that is genius or mere perversion.
I love that game! How about instead of storing my potable water in one place, finding buoyant recreation elsewhere, and growing nutritious, protein rich food in another place, we do it all in one place?
Or, instead of one delightful beauty creature, another that refuses to catch the mice living in the basement, and another to occasionally get sick on the carpet, we bundle it all into one creature?
But back to peanut butter,
Genius. Once raisins and honey get introduced, that’s where the perversion comes in. Delicious perversion.