There’s nothing better than standing in the kitchen of a rented beach condo eating a peanut butter, potato chip, and butter sandwich on plain old grocery store wheat bread.

Wet hair, damp bathing suit, sand between the toes. Slathered peanut butter, thick cold real butter, crispy salted potato chips on bread with barely enough oomph to hold it all. Superb.
So much so that two are better than one. The second one should be consumed in a chair on the balcony. Maybe wash it down it with a Coke or perhaps an afternoon cup of coffee.
After a day at the beach, the body needs what that sandwich offers. Salt after sweating, protein after swimming, fat just because it tastes good. I love love love a peanut butter sandwich after a day at the beach.
I also love a frou-frou umbrella drink at the beachside bar. At about noon. I used to always have a daiquiri – strawberry — frozen, one shot and twice as much strawberry mix as usual – two drinks worth with half the alcohol, an all-afternoon sipper in a thermal cup.
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