Embarrassing Fluff

My wonderful in-laws feed me well every night for dinner. I eat prison food most of the time for lunch. I am sure, however, that you have been loosing sleep wondering about my breakfasts as I live here alone in our trailer awaiting Karen and Kayla’s move to New Hampshire. Allow me to alleviate your concerns.

For the first several weeks I ate balance bars or granola bars for breakfast. I then decided that peanut butter and jelly would be better. However, several weeks ago while talking to Kayla I had one of most shameful moments in years.

It is all about the Fluff.

Kayla asked me if I had been eating any Fluff. I was so embarrassed.

For those of you who do no know Fluff … I am sorry for you. I grew up on the eastern seaboard eating Fluff and peanut butter sandwiches. Fluff is the ultimate in marshmallow cream. You who live on the west coast and have only eaten marshmallow cream have not truly lived. Fluff is a completely different genre of food from the generic marshmallow cream. To say that the two are the same would be like saying Prime rib is the same as Salisbury steak.

Our friend Katherine Hagler (who has a New England supplier of the white and creamy drug) and our family here in New Hampshire would periodically bless us with a supply of Fluff. Because I am such a loving husband and father I would allow my girls to have some too.

I was quite ashamed to say that I had not thought of buying myself a beautiful tub of the perfect peanut butter companion until Kayla asked. I went out the next day and atoned for my sins. I am now on my third tub. I have peanut butter and Fluff nearly every day for breakfast.

There, now you can relax. I have all three meals taken care of.

This reminds me of a Jam Packed video we made a few years ago: