Amy gave me her old toaster, which I put in the pantry and forgot about until last night at two a.m. I’d already had dinner, and plenty of it, but still I made two peanut butter sandwiches with canned peaches on them. I don’t eat like this when there’s no pot in the house, but now I’m back to sucking up everything in my path. Peanut butter and peaches? Since when do those two things go together?
