White bread. Peanut butter crunchy on one side, mayo on the other, squeeze bread together firm but not forceful but definitely with intent until the white and brown mix in not only taste but texture and both become something somehow different and newer than what they previously were.

The mix is honestly largely a personal preference, depending on how slippery a sandwich you like. Sweet as early morning dew on a springtime flower and greasy as unwashed hair betwist your fingers.