Growing up in Iowa, my family had a fondness for this little odd sandwich - peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. We knew it was peculiar. In fact, we grew up knowing better than to take a PB&P to school, offer it to our friends, or even mention it in public. It was a fringe food item and dare I say "odd" food item. I've rarely revisited this childhood treat in the many years since Iowa.
But last month I went to the indoor farmer's market in Southport, Connecticut and bought a quart of the most delicious bread and butter pickles.
Today I was looking in the refrigerator trying to figure out what to have for lunch when this comfort food popped to mind.
Primogeniture looked at me with an odd eye as if I were eating something out of a mad science experience gone awry. BF quickly went online and found that a peanut butter and pickle sandwich is a creation of The Great Depression. You can read a great New York Times article about the joys and wonders of this sandwich. I especially like that Peanut Butter & Co offers this sandwich on their menu which they have dubbed the Pregnant Lady.
How about you? Have you ever eaten a PB&P?