This is my Dance Like Nobody Is Watching Sandwich.

I’ve been pretty humble on my blog up until this point, but it’s time I tell you something: I’m an uh-mazing dancer. (This is a bald-faced LIE!)

In my dreams, I’m an amazing dancer. In reality I’m a whole lotta elbows on the dance floor. Things get real arm-y. I also have this butt move that I’m pretty sure is flawless… but I refuse to bust that move in any sort of close proximity to a mirror. I fear I may be sadly mistaken.

I dance like nobody is watching because on a dance floor, no one is watching! Everyone is too consumed with their own possibly embarrassing butt move to be concerned with me, their elbow-y neighbor.

I’d like to take this moment to kindly suggest that we also eat like nobody is watching

Maybe that means putting peanut butter and sweet pickles on the same sandwich. Go on… I dare ya.

I am not pregnant. You can put that out of your mind here and now.

I am a little crazy. You can keep that in your mind here and now.

I topped super-seeded whole grain bread with all-natural peanut butter. I layered a mega amount of bread and butter pickles over the peanut butter and drizzled the whole madness with pure maple syrup.

How can this possibly be edible?

Oooh goodness… it’s like the taste bud fairies did an ugly backflip and blessed this combination.

The peanut butter is our earthy base flavor. The pickles are a combination of sweet and tart so they know how to play nice with base flavors. Maple syrup compliments the saltiness of the peanut butter and pickles and…. you’re still looking at me like I’m crazy.

I get it. I’m weird. You’re either on the awkward-elbow-dance-train, or you’re not.

I can feel you trying to brain-taste this combination. I can feel your curiosity. Give this sandwich a try!

Oh… I should tell you now that me and your great aunt Mary are the only two people on the planet that like bread and butter pickles. If you’re scared to buy a jar of your own, just go to her house for a quick visit. Make her a sandwich too. She’ll be into it. Trust me. Your great aunt Mary and I know what’s up.

What’s that? You want to go with dill pickles!? I respect your tenacity. Get up with the get down.