PB&J Poptarts and “Being an Adult”

With all the responsibility that has been thrown at me lately, it makes it really hard to believe that as a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Seeing my older sister (15 years older to be exact) do all of these awesome things, all I wanted to be was an “adult”.

I simply do not understand the people around me have their shit together. I can’t comprehend how they do it!

And now that I’m an “adult” and no longer being “parented” I have to actually start getting my shit together, or at least appearing like I do.  So let’s explore some things we adults get to do now that we’re old:

Eat all the ice cream and sugary cereals we want

I was lucky in that my parents were never too restrictive with food choices. But its not like they promoted me eating ice cream any ol’ time of day. And they never bought me “lucky charms” or “fruit loops” or any cereal with a mascot. Now I feel like ice cream is my greatest foe.  It tastes great, comes in so many varieties, and is available to me in unlimited quantities (or at least as much as I can afford to buy).  What’s effed up about this situation is that now that my metabolism has slowed down and my love of ice cream turns into love handles. What the hell man?!

We can dictate our own allowance

I used to have to make ends meet on $10 per week.  I thought this was a grave injustice considering that an Easy Bake Oven cost at least $30. And that’s without the batteries

Now, my allowance comes from my job, and I’m proud to report that it’s higher than $10 weekly!  That is, until I’ve paid rent, cable, water, trash, electricity, gas, car, online porn, and psychic hotline phone bills.

We can have a messy room

Except now, all that means is I just have to clean that shit up later.  I’m not quite rich enough to afford a housekeeper, so this mess is all mine to deal with.


We get to stay up all night

It was a huge deal to stay up all night back in the day.  I remember we kids even used to brag to each other about how late we were allowed to stay up.

“this one time, I stayed up allll night!” –  My bitchy classmate circa 1993.

Now if I stay up all night, its usually some sort of emergency or jet lag. I love love love going to bed early. I know, how messed up is that?! I live on the edge if I stay up past midnight. I know, party pooper I am.


Shopping used to be so much fun. Riding in the cart with my legs dangling out. Grabbing stuff off shelves used to give me high. Now, shopping can still be fun, but nowhere as near. You have to drive, park (shoot me now, will you?), manuever your way through other carts, look at prices and nutrition facts (cause you sadly care about that kind of stuff as an adult). And of course, your the one paying. Always a buzz kill.

Watch TV all day if we want to

I used to be so upset when at 9 o’clock I had to shut off the TV and get ready for bed.  I never got to see the juiciest stuff on TV, and as a 9-year-old, I felt like I was really missing out.

Now that I know what comes on TV after 9, I think my parents were not so stupid after all. Plus, If I sit on the couch all day just watching TV, I feel like the laziest person ever.  I’ve got a room to clean, an “allowance” to bank, shopping to do, and some ice cream to buy. And all this before I zonk out at 10pm.

What did you like doing when you were younger but dread doing now?

And heres something I like as a kid and is still pretty fantastic as an adult.


3/4 cup peanut flour
3/4 cup All purpose flour or rice flour
1 stick of butter, cold and cubed
1/8 cup really cold water
1 tablespoon sugar
filling of choice (I used blackberry jam)

For icing:
1 cup powdered sugar
2 tbs milk of heavy cream

Mix the butter with the flour and sugar until pebbles form. Use either your hands or a pastry cutter. If you do it with your hands, work fast so the butter doesn’t melt. Add the cold water and mix well until you form a homogeneous dough. Refrigerate the dough for at least an hour. Once cold, roll the dough to a thickness of about half a centimeter. Cut in rectangles of the same size or do what I did and use the top of a cup to make circles. You can make them as big or as small as you want. Preheat your oven to 350F . Place the filling (about 2 tablespoons for the size I made) on top of one of the sides of the poptart. Cover with the other side. Seal the edges with the help of a fork and make three cuts in the tarts to release the steam. Bake for 20-25 minutes until the tarts are golden brown. While the tarts bake, whisk together the ingredients for the glaze and set aside(I added blue and red food coloring to make purple icing…it turned gray!). Pour over the icing once they’ve cooled.


20 thoughts on “PB&J Poptarts and “Being an Adult”

  1. my husband just asked me to make him some gluten free poptarts and then I opened up your blog post.. Perfect timing I might add! we don’t have our shit together. Not really sure when that is going to happen, but oh well! I actually was the kid who never wanted to grow up. Now I have a husband who acts like a kid (don’t we all), so I guess it evens out. haha.

  2. Totally agree on all points especially shopping. Paying my own bills stinks! I am such a cheap Charlie- I only but what’s on sale and I use coupons (but not extreme!); sadly the highlight of my week is the salespapers!
    I used to love to cook – until I “had” to – now it’s just another chore.
    I used to love to ride around -on my Dad’s gas!
    Nap time was torture but now I’m thinking we should be like Spain and get “nap time” (siestas) as part of our workday!

    Ahh, the joys of responsibility. Sad part is, I tell kids now to embrace the non responsible life they have, but they didn’t and don’t listen. A few “get it” now that they have graduated and are in “real” jobs and not high school. But most just ignore you and long to be an adult where “no one can tell me what to do”. Yeah right, like their boss and the government don’t exist!

    Great post as usual Eden!!

  3. TV was definitely a big one for me! We were limited in what we were allowed to watch. That and sugary stuff too. We didn’t have any of the crap in the house — it was only a treat at Christmas, or when we went to friends’ houses. Funnily enough though, when I went away to college, I still carried on buying weetabix and wholemeal bread. And I didn’t really watch that much tv either…

    Ice cream, however, is another matter. Having relaxed my veganism a little recently, and being ill in bed right now, I’m thinking a trip to the corner store might be in order! Thanks Eden 😛

  4. Oh I totally agree with this! It’s like now that we have the freedom to do whatever we want, we don’t want to do it. Example: food. Even though I can cook whatever the hell I want, I still eat a lot of peanut butter sandwiches and apples just like mom used to give me. What the French?

    PS – I love going to bed early too. Although I’m not sure how much of this has to do with my health or not!

  5. These are great points! I laughed out loud at the Easy Bake Oven… I was ALL about that! And the cakes it made were SO small and so expensive, lol. I like the TV one too — my mom always turned off the TV on Fridays at 10 (after TGIF) and I was so upset!

  6. Loved my Easy Bake Oven – thought I was oh so cool!

    LOved sleep over parties. Now, too many females together can be a big soap opera or reality show – yikes.

  7. Strangely, after working at middle and high schools I have no desire to be a kid again. I do miss not having to pay bills but otherwise being an adult reigns supreme. The best part of being an adult is doing whatever I want! Like reading blogs instead of grading essays! oops!

  8. I always think that I wish I could go back to being a kid so that I could fully appreciate it and revel in not having to worry about shit, but I guess the whole point is that kids take it for granted because they don’t know…thats why they can be so carefree.
    One thing I really miss about being a kid is that I was a lot less vain, and things are easier that way. I guess it helps when you are 6 and you never get frizzy hair, zits, and there is no difference between your body shape and your little brother’s.

  9. As a kid I always thought that when I was an adult and could afford it I would:

    Eat McDonald’s like it was going out of style.
    Eat like 5 chocolate bars and bags of chips a day, and a carton of ice-cream.
    Stay out late every night (or up late).

    Etc. etc. etc. … but I don’t do any of those things. Weird how life works.

  10. I suppose I liked being a kid, but I love being a kid in an adult body more. 🙂

    I go to bed (and wake up) early, now I read b/c I want to read and not because I have to read. I can and still do make PB&J sandwiches, but sadly now it’s with light bread or a bagel thin. Now I know how to love cats whereas as a kid I only knew how to love dogs. Oddly, my idea of a perfect saturday as a kid was to stay in bed and watch cartoons all day- I’d even get the TV guide and mark which shows I’d watch. Now I dont’ watch TV at all. (*SOMETIMES the news). As a kid I used to hate to run and jump and now I have grown (over many years of practice) to love it.

    Cute post- could the poptarts be made with Brummel and brown? A stick of butter just clogged my artery.

    • You could for sure try it with a non artery clogging alternative! Not sure coconut butter would work though…And I used to mark my fav shows on the TV guide TOO as a kid! I’d also mark the shows I thought my parents would like.

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