Pearl Tea: Ode to Peanut Butter and Jelly

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Ode to Peanut Butter and Jelly

This is officially day three in a row that I have eaten peanut butter and jelly for dinner. Not just any jelly, grape jelly. It isn't that I am too lazy to make something else, it isn't even that I don't have food to make something else, it is just that I absolutely LOVE peanut butter and jelly right now. YUMM-O.

Apparently there is a viral video on YouTube that expresses my sentiments exactly:

Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat... couldn't have said it better myself.

You know your YouTube video has made it big when Family Guy does a parody of it:

PB&J for life.

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Inspiration.

I have been fortunate to live my life under the influence of incredible women, namely my mother and my Nana. The lessens they have taught me have helped shape who I am today.

Alzheimer's disease has taken these women from me. Slowly, deliberately, and painfully. This blog has taken twists and turns throughout the past couple of years, but right now, I want it to be a commentary of my feelings and thoughts. A chance to share the perspective of a caregiver and family member. My posts will most often be hard to read and painful to write. However, there is much growth to be had from pain, and I hope when you read my thoughts it will resonate. Everyone has lost someone, and because of that we share a bond.

The namesake of my blog:

When we would go out to eat in restaurants with my Nana, she would always order a cup of "pearl tea." Noone had any clue what it was so each time she would explain that it was simply hot milk and water with sugar, a tradition passed down from generations before her. She was never frustrated that they didn't know, she looked forward to "teachable moments" as an opportunity to share her perspective with others.

I strive to live my life and carry out my interactions like my Nana did. She was graceful, beautiful, faithful, and intelligent. At the same time she had spunk and humor and she maintained a naughty laugh that only those closest to her had the pleasure of hearing.