I used to say that the day I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I would have become completely Americanized... I honestly thought that that day would never come, but it just did.
After having accomplished this "milestone" in my Americanization process, -eighteen years in the making, ha,ha,ha-, I just cannot avoid asking myself: what have I become? Is having eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich a sign of the completion of my Americanization process?
I retired to the woods to ponder this great question, and I have concluded that I was, probably, suffering from a severe case of laziness; and confronted with the choice between cooking and eating a peanut butter sandwich, I decided that the time had come for me to feel very American.
