"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
Many people has a never-ending love for chocolate. It is a pure love; one, where, even the slightest whiff will set them over the edge. At the first taste of creamy goodness, their eyes roll back into their head, the sink a little lower into their chairs, and a smile curls upon their lip. I once shared this love with the masses. Then, one tragic day, I lost this love when chocolate revolted. It stated that it had enough! I was being too greedy and clingy; it needed space. I tried to fight with it, persuading it to stay, washing it down with lots of water. But, the chocolate was relentless. It tugged on my throat. It battered the inside of my mouth. It unleashed the poison it contains. My throat retched. It was closing on me. The chocolate had to go down, but not without a lasting effect. That was the end of my chocolate-loving days.
I have found a replacement, though; a love that will never end. It is just a creamy as milk chocolate, if not more. It doesn’t even stain your clothes, or leave a mark if it losses its way. It comes in many varieties, and though it may come crunchy, it still has a smoothness to it that cannot be denied. It has stolen my heart. Many people cannot share this love with me, as in the same way I can share a love of chocolate with them. This love of mine can be found everywhere; in jars, with jelly, with chocolate, without chocolate. It can be used in many ways; replacing the marshmallows in rice crispy treats, or even as a topping on a burger. Some may say it is too sticky, but it will never be too clingy to me.
It may already have a name, simply enough, when spread between two fluffy slices of bread. The Peanut Butter Sandwich. Why does it have to be named so simply? A sandwich that has gone down throughout history. There have been many additions to this concoction. Chocolate. Banana. Marshmallows. Fluff. Jelly. Goldfish. You name it. I offer you, the Shannon Supreme. Take this simple ingredient, and show it the love you have for it by adding your favorite from a delectable bar of candies, crunches, crackers, and toppings. What will it be? Apple slices topped with granola on-top of peanut buttery goodness? Maybe you want crunchy and creamy sandwiching Nutterbutters. Or just the traditional, sticky, sweet, wonderful classic peanut butter sandwich. Either way, it will be fit, even for the kings.
by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)
I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing —
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
“My boy’s committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil —
For twenty years of tears and toil —
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy —
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak —
The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak —
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”