Happily, we quickly found a couple new items that satisfied my restless palate. However, peanut butter and honey on nutty whole grain bread was my mother’s lunchbox staple, so when I announced my resistance to her near-daily offering, she wasn’t sure what else to pack for my lunch (oh, I long for the days when my midday meal was someone else’s worry). This was in the days before peanut allergies ran amok and no one could ever imagine a lunchroom in which peanut products would be banned. I’m leaving the post up, so that there’s both background and a helpful warning.Īround the time I hit the fourth grade, I felt certain I’d eaten enough peanut butter sandwiches to last me a lifetime. I was all excited about being able to can clementine segments, but I found that when they sat on the shelf for a while, the membrane imbued both the fruit and the syrup with an impossibly bitter flavor. I don’t recommend that you can clementines in this fashion. Dear friends, I have an update on this recipe and it’s a bummer.
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