Maxime has liked peanut butter since he was small. This very non-European penchant he learned from his Papa.
There are small differences between us, however.
While the peanut butter sandwiches I made for him, and taught him to make, were fashioned of peanut butter and marmalade, Maxime has recently taken to an aberrant variation of my strict instruction. This aberration is not to be found in any recipe book.
I must share this recipe with you, though it pains me to be even marginally associated with it.
It is: bread, peanut butter, and sugar poured on top.
And here it is. You can see the sugar pouring out of it on the right side. :-)
With the requisite glass of Normandy milk. At least he added no sugar to that. That I am aware of.
