We write a lot about our Midwestern backgrounds here on Freckle & Fair (Theresa is from Omaha and I am from Kansas City). We blame these roots on our mania with ranch dressing and peanut butter. But — lo! The source of one of my peanut butter obsessions is not of the flyover states, but from New England, of all places!
My dad has lived in the Midwest for the last 10 years, but just wait for him to open his mouth and you'll know he's not exactly from around those parts. He was born and raised in Boston, and he's got the accent (and the excessive Red Sox/Pats memorabilia) to prove it. See, to him and his side of the family — all big, Irish Catholic loud mouths — the letter "r" is an unnecessary addition to our alphabet. How loud, how showy that "r" is — what, you think you're better than them, with your correct pronunciation of "wicked hard"?
So, my my Bostonian dad agreed to raise my sisters and I in the Midwest, but with stipulations — we eat clam chowder on Christmas, we have to promise to always hate the Yankees (and we do!), and we had to love flutternutter sandwiches (which, until now, I didn't even know was a New England thing. The things your parents hide from you).
In case you're in the dark, the fluffernutter is the magic of peanut butter and the beauty of marshmallow fluff, spread on white bread and joined together in holy sugar heaven. And it was a common staple in my nana's household (that's New England for grandma) when we'd visit, except she'd, of course, pronounce it "fluffahnuttah" in her perfect Boston accent. It was a very appropriate food, apparently, because it and Fluff were invented in her neck of the woods — and people have gone so far as to propose it become the state sandwich of Massachusetts (let us tell you, it beats Missouri's).
So, now that today's sandwich lesson is over, you're ready to enjoy the insane sugar bomb that is the fluffternutter pop tart. Why? Because it now exists, it's fun to say and it's amazing. We're also convinced that pop tarts are the new donuts, (you know how much we love these babies), and we're 100% okay with that — though that doesn't mean we're done with donuts, either.