My first peanut butter and jelly sandwich was in kindergarten when normally we left school at noon to go home and eat, but this time there was some show or something where the parents were invited, and we were given lunch. Lunch was a large box of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches delivered to the room, and they had been sitting one on top of the other so that the ones on the bottom were completely squished.
I loved that sandwich. I can still taste it. I was used to our Italian type sandwiches, old dry rolls with prosciutto that was hard to bite, or capocollo, or salame, or slices of italian bread with the crust that but into your gums - hardly what a 5-year-old likes. Soft bread, and squished down, too, with the peanut butter dense with the jelly. I can still feel the bite of it. I had never had it before. My mother scorned every element of it - soft bread, peanut butter, grape jelly.
Now, Chris, do you mean that deconstructed means to figure out just what it was of that experience i liked and to eliminate the unnecessary elements, and/or to try to figure out what are unnecessary to it, and what is necessary?
The bite of it was important
the smell of peanutbutter, the absence of any need to chew hard or pull on fibers of meat.
jam without any seeds or skins, cool sweetness without any distractions between the teeth.
The soft squashed nature of the bread.
the biting through of layers.
the accompanying milk, in cartons, sipped through a straw
So, say, i could make a stacked pile of layers of soft bready stuff (i'm thinking like a dobostorte, where each layer is only 1/4 cm thick, but it would have to be salty and only a hint of sweet, and preferably yeasted) - or the bread could be pressed down just right - with many alternate layers of softness and sparkling transparent cool, fruity sweetness. It could be cut into bite sized pieces of interesting kid-like shapes (star, cube, circle) and eaten with a toothpick or with the fingers (no fork and knife which is the antithesis of comfort food). It could have similar shaped little boxes of milk with straws, one gulp-doses. These could be piled up with the blocks of pbj.
Would that be deconstructing my architypical peanut butter and jelly sandwich?