It's Spring Break - Microwaved Peanut Butter and Jam

Microwaved peanut butter and jam. Husband assures me it could catch on.

I don't think so.

Tuesday I worked all day at the library. Usually S4 is with me and packs a cooler full of food (in case starvation may set in, you know, it could happen) but all the boys were over to my parents for a day filled with fun.

Usually I have leftovers for lunch the next day (thus the reason I have a tiny part in Rachael Ray's Every Day May Make Over issue)

But on this particular day the pickings were few because we had had spaghetti the night before and I am not a big fan of spaghetti.

But, I had a little bit more of the home made mac and cheese I had made a few nights before. It fit in half a jam jar. And since I am a huge fan of peanut butter and jam, I figured that would make a pretty good lunch.

However, we had run out of sandwich bags and since we are on spring break I felt no need to invest in more. That plan had been brilliant until I made my sandwich and suddenly didn't know what to put it in.

Then the sheer brilliance hit me.

A cool whip container.

I mean, how perfect? My sandwich wouldn't get crushed and would stay all nice and fresh.

Yes, brilliance does occur with me from time to time!

My day progressed at the library and when lunch came I popped the mac and cheese in the microwave for a minute and a half and went back to work for a bit.

When I came back to retrieve my lunch, it popped and hissed at me as I pulled it out of the microwave. I didn't have that much mac and cheese and I couldn't believe it would be that angry and hot sounding because I really hadn't left it in the microwave for very long.

I lifted the lid and was shocked to see...

My peanut butter and homemade strawberry jam sandwich.

The jam was oozing out. The peanut butter was popping. The bread was this weird form of soggy hardness.

I covered it back up in the cool whip container and tossed it in the garbage.

Genius I so am not.

Starving I so was. But without S4 to help me ward of starvation, I suffered through the day.

I sent a message to my husband telling him what I did.

I never should have done that because he can't stop teasing me about it. He keeps telling me I may be onto something brilliant here. He mentions the magazine and how they thought I was cool enough to be in there, surely I may have found a new cool HOT sandwich.

I offered to make him one. He declined.

I feel that was a genius move on his part.