he won't do that again

Right after we came home from our road trip late Saturday afternoon, Charlie took off for the grocery store to pick up a few items. When he returned home, and I was unpacking the bags, I thought for sure it was a mistake that there was a jar of GOOBER in the bag. Perhaps someone unloaded their groceries before Charlie had a chance to put up the plastic belt divider, or maybe it was left behind from an earlier customer.

Because seriously.

GOOBER?


It wasn't like Charlie went to the store with small children underfoot that begged, "Daddy, PUHLEASE can we have THIS?!" My husband went shopping all by himself and although he might purchase a nice jar of Smucker's jelly, I could not imagine that my semi-health conscious spouse would intentionally purchase GOOBER.

So, I asked, "Charlie, dude. What's this? Did you realize this was in your bag?" And he replied, "Oh yeah! Isn't that cool?? I used to eat GOOBER all the time when I was a kid. I didn't know they still made it!!"

When I tried to tell my husband that peanut butter and jelly swirled together and loaded with so many preservatives that it doesn't even require refrigeration is the epitome of processed food and is not something that I want to be feeding our children. My husband was a little offended and responded "Jen, not only does this stuff taste AWESOME, it is a huge time saver. Just wait until tomorrow at lunch. Woman, you will be thanking me."

I think it is important to note that it doesn't matter how busy I am, I will carve out the additional 10 seconds required to make my children a REAL peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I also think it is important to note that as one grows older, their palate matures. Because once Charlie had a bite of a GOOBER sandwich, he almost puked.

Apparently, it doesn't taste as AWESOME as it did 25 years ago.