Unfortunately, we didn’t eat before our cultural excursion on Saturday night, so by the end of the Pink Martini set, I was starving. And really, I couldn’t enjoy them as much as I wanted to since I was so hungry, and I feel bad, since I am sure they are great on a full stomach. We tried to go to a local quick serve place (Taco Milagro) that was supposed to be open until midnight, but by 1030pm when we got there, there was no more food being served and it was just a scene (live music, all the hoochies out in full force, the usual).
So we came on home, assuming at most places are 1) closed or 2) mainly bars by 11pm. I toasted up some very hearty 12-grain bread that we had to make some PBJs for us. Boom told me he just wanted PB, no J. Then he proceeded to make his signature PB and cheese sandy.
I had totally forgotten about that fav of his. I’ve never tasted a PBC, despite Boom’s repeated badgering of me to do so. He’s all like, You like peanut butter and you love cheese. The combo of them together is delish – how could it NOT be?!