The topic of peanut butter and other foods you can combine with it has been the source of some brouhaha in my guestbook.

A core group of us feels strongly about our p.b. I personally believe that crunchy peanut butter was invented by the anti-Christ and is wrong and evil in every way possible.

Of course I mean that in the kindest, gentlest, most positive and least judgmental way possible.

There may be some of you out there who prefer crunchy peanut butter. Fine. It's a free world. You are allowed to make choices such as this. They may be foolish, misguided and just plain wrong-headed choices, but you're allowed to make them.

Just don't come crying to me when this crunchy peanut butter business blows up in your face, eh.

There is a guestbook consensus forming between Waterlily, Joe, Mis and I that toast with peanut butter and honey, my breakfast of choice, is the combo that most thinking people applaud. Mis promises that the addition of banana slices moves this to an even higher echelon of bliss.

I'm bracing myself to take this giant leap tomorrow. You can imagine my excitement.

I have it on Joe's authority that a peanut butter and crispy lettuce sandwich is a true taste sensation. I must confess my skepticism, but will retain an open mind and try it some time next week.

Throughout all this, the p.b. and jelly lobby has been strangely mute. I suspect a cabal of some sort, but have no definitive proof.

Oh, and one final thing.

If you don't have a honey bear for your honey then you are really, really out of the loop. Frankly, you're so far out of the loop you can't see the loop from where you are. I'm not saying this to make you feel bad about yourself or anything but, well ... somebody has to break the news to you.

It might as well be me.