"I dated a guy who loved peanut butter and jelly. One day, just when I’d thrown the last slice of bread into the food processor for breadcrumbs, he came home ready for a quick PB&J sandwich between appointments. I felt bad, so I offered to make him something, but he didn’t think he had enough time to wait. In a pinch, I threw the PB&J on a tortilla. He looked at me like I was nuts and ran out the door with it. The next morning, I caught him making another one — and I’d already restocked the bread...."