"Our first post marriage fight was over peanut butter. I wanted Jif and she wanted Skippy."
That reminds me of a story...
The bride use to razz me about how tired I'd be after a show. How tiring can two hours on stage possibly be?
Then one day my agent called...it was the early days of The Food Network, and a local company wanted to produce a spec show, to try to sell them. They wanted married couples, and my bride is a world-class cook, so my agent called to ask if we'd like to audition. The assignment was the same to all auditioners: give us 15 minutes on peanut butter and jelly. I guess they figured if you could make PB&J interesting, you could make anything interesting.
She researched the history: Turns out it became popular after WWII, after soldiers combined K-rations of PB and J with crackers. After the war ended, sales of PB, Jelly, and Wonder Bread soared.
In the video, we talked about bread choices (White? Whole wheat?), about PB (smooth or crunchy), about jelly (grape, marmalade, preserves) about preparation (put more in the middle, and cut diagonally), how to store it (PB side down, or it gets soggy) and table prep (a fallen bag of peanuts on one side, an overflowing bunch of grapes on the other). After two 15 minute takes...
...she was exhausted, and stunned at how exhausted she felt. The bride never questioned my post-show weariness again.