Peanut Butter and Mustard Sandwich
2 slices of white bread
1 dollop of peanut butter
1 dollop of mustard
Apply peanut butter to inside of first slice of bread. Apply mustard to inside of second slice. Put first slice of bread onto a plate with the peanut butter side facing up. Take second slice and gently place on top of first slice, with mustard side facing down. Cut into halves with a butter knife.
*My grandfather, Robert Shutts, used to take two of these sandwiches to the mines every day for lunch, but would only eat one. My father can remember how, when his father came home, all of the kids would run to the lunchbox in search of the leftover sandwich. They found out years later that he purposely did this just to watch them all try to get to the sandwich first.*
**In response to this recipe, I received these two emails from Sandra (Zumwalt) Shutts.**
"Sometimes I think the Shutts families have a certain love for unusual sandwiches. I say that after being married to Robert Shutts for 36 years. He was a chef for quite a while and came up with a variety of dishes that the customers loved. His family is originally from St. Joseph, Missouri, but moved to Oregon where we met.
Just googled the name and your site came up. It's nice to know there are others with our name."
"Bob's Dad loved fried banana sandwiches. Bob loves either banana and peanut butter or sweet pickles and peanut butter sandwiches, sometimes with chocolate chips or sliced marshmallows on them. I like roast beef and peanut butter with horseradish or brown mustard on it or tuna fish with pickle relish and horseradish. When my family lived in logging camps in the 1950's I had to make my own lunches(I was 7-10) and my favorite was mayonnaise, mustard and catsup sandwiches for lunch. When we were still living in Portland, OR, and wanted a big night out we would take the kids to a big pizza joint and order a small pizza, then go to a Chinese restaurant for a meal. Guess the pizza would class as the appetizer. We like pineapple, ham(not Canadian Bacon),hamburger,sausage, black and green olives, croutons and mushrooms on the pizza we make at home. Bob refuses to eat any leftovers, so we eat from scratch every night and he won't eat in restaurants anymore.
Know what you mean about the depression flavoring the foods we ate. Mom and Dad were raised on the plains and deserts of Montana and Idaho so that made for odd foods. Mom liked sugar and lard(or butter) sandwiches since as one of 10 kids they didn't have a lot of treats on the ranch. She also loved fried banana and egg with cinnamon and nutmeg sprinkled on it, sandwiches as they only got bananas once or twice a year so used them till they were gone. She ate fried gravy and fried oatmeal or cornmeal too. Dad liked fried gravy with fried onion sandwiches. Mom was always trying to get me to give the kids "sugar titties" when they were little. Her Mom took cheesecloth and would put burned sugar chunks in it, then tie the top, to let the babies(Mom was near the oldest) suck on when they were teething or cranky.
We are from a different group of Shutts than you are it seems. Bob's G-Grandfather was taken to be the whipping boy for the Kaiser of Germany until he was 16. Then they told him he would have to leave the family as the Kaiser was old enough to take on his responsibilities so he had to either join the army or join the army. He decided that he would leave the country instead and came to the US. He used to brag that it had taken the world to beat the Kaiser but he used to do it every day when they were kids and he was punished for something the Kaiser did since the Kaiser could not be punished do to his birth.
I emailed a Shutts lady last fall and she was insulted that I had written since Bob's family were not "from the same caliber as her Shutts family since they were relative newcomers to the US", so I did not need to continue contact with her. That was a definate put down if I ever heard one. Thank you for getting back to me. Our diet is stranger then what I've listed, but Bob isn't here today and i can't remember what goes into some of his more outlandish dinner choices. Guess I am having what Mom called "old-timer days" as she could never pronounce alzheimers. She thought it was just another name for forgetting things anyway."
Sandra Zumwalt Shutts
