It’s official – Monkey Man will never know the simplicity and comfort of a PB&J sandwich. He’s allergic to peanuts and we’re now the proud owners of an Epi-Pen. I grieve for Monkey Man's loss because I want him to know the deliciousness of two thick slices of bread spread generously with creamy peanut butter and jelly and a cold glass of milk. So now I can’t even feed this to Monkey Man when I’m having my “what are we going to eat for dinner, I don’t feel like cooking, I’ll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” days. Damn you, Mr. Peanut.