A Post-Penal PB&J

26 Feb 2009

Twenty-six days after touching down in Sydney, I had made and eaten no less than nineteen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in my kitchenless studio. Chicken, avocado, and Swiss on a toasted roll was a nice change of pace, as was the clean cutlery. “This is way better than peanut butter and jelly,” I said through a mouthful, spilling crumbs and sesame seeds onto my... »