Dr. Who Party: Peanut Butter & Jelly Baby Sandwiches

I’m still finishing up October’s month of themed dinner parties!  This Doctor Who-themed dinner possibility is a kid-friendly option for any small tikes you know.  It’s also a quick and easy one, in case your dinner parties are of the lazy Saturday afternoon variety!

One of the things that appeals to me about Doctor Who is that it’s a time travel tale.  Sure, there are aliens, and monsters, and wibbly wobbly, timey wimey rules.  But it’s all predicated on this idea of what it would be like to travel through time and space.  And while it would be fascinating to see the future…  (How small will the phones be then?  Will they find a way of making driver’s license pictures more flattering?  Will Goldie Wilson really become mayor?)  What I find more interesting is to think about visiting the past.

What if you could go back in time to see the childhoods of your own parents?  What if you could give a hug to an eight-year-old version of your favorite aunt on a bad day?  What if you could see your grandparents get married or watch as your ancestors traveled across country in a covered wagon?  Or what if you could go back in time to when your someday-to-be husband was tiptoeing down the stairs to watch Doctor Who on television, while his parents were asleep in bed, and he was hoping he wouldn’t get caught?

Last night David and I watched an old episode of Doctor Who from the years when Tom Baker played the Doctor.  This was the story, The Robots of Death, in which Baker casually offered Jelly Babies, his favorite candy, to the very unamused Borg while there were renegade robots killing people onboard.  Jelly Babies are like gummy bears but people-shaped.  (We still haven’t finished watching the four-part story yet, and so I don’t know if the Doctor is going to make it out of this one…  I’m trying to stay optimistic about the whole thing.)  When we started the show, David said, “This was the second episode that I snuck downstairs to watch after my parents forbade me to do it.”

See, David had fallen in love with the show during the summer, when it wasn’t such a terrible thing for a ten-year-old to stay up until after 11:00 watching TV.  But once the school year was going, heading to bed at almost midnight was out of the question to his parents.  So I love to think of him, creeping down the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t get caught (again), but knowing it was worth it to find out what will happen next with his friends from England and other outer reaches.

If I had access to the TARDIS (that’s the Doctor’s spacecraft), I would make these Peanut Butter & Jelly Baby sandwiches and travel back in time to share with the ten-year-old version of David.  For a side, we’d have peanut butter slathered on celery, and I wouldn’t tell him that the celery represented the well-known accessory of another Doctor, Peter Davison.  (David still wouldn’t know Davison at that point.  If I dared to tell David about him, there’d be the danger that it would throw off the whole time continuum, create some sort of virtual paradox, and we might never get married.  Reapers could get involved.  Much too risky.)

With a time machine at my disposal, I could see David’s reaction while he’s watching it all for the first time, and I could give him some hope that he’d work the late night television situation out with his parents.  (Spoilers:  He was one of the first kids on his block to get a VCR.  Doctor Who is why.  Sweet parents.)

So spread some peanut butter & jelly onto a couple of slices of bread, hit them with your gingerbread man Jelly Baby cookie cutter, and reflect for a spell on what you’d do with access to the TARDIS for a day.  Getting an extra hour or two with someone you love?  That could make facing the Robots worth it.

“Could I offer you a Peanut Butter & Jelly Baby?”