Here is a generational trivia question:

“What is the name of a sandwich made of peanut butter and marshmallow spread?

If you answered “Fluffernutter,” you are likely a Boomer reminiscing about your favorite childhood food. The Fluffernutter is a gooey, sweet marshmallow spread layered atop peanut butter between two slices of white bread to produce a “roof-of-the-mouth” sticking treat.

Fluffernutter is finally getting the recognition it deserves, as it was recently included in the Merriam-Webster dictionary. You know you have reached the pinnacle of sandwich stardom when you make it in Merriam-Webster.

Those 7.5-ounce jars of thick, sticky and sugary “Fluff,” were invented by Archibald Query, who sold it door-to-door in Somerville, Mass in 1917. He later sold the business for $500 to the Durkee Mower Company in Lynn, Mass. Today their factory makes eight million pounds of the white stuff annually, or 1,066,666,666 jars. (Damn! There’s plenty of the devil in that number).

Peanut butter is what gives the sandwich its nutter flavor. It’s not surprising, because peanut butter, like bacon, makes everything taste better. You could spread peanut butter or bacon on foam packing peanuts and they would become a top selling snack.

You could spread Fluff on bacon, and it would become a top selling source of artery clogging plaque.

I wasn’t a big Fluffernutter fan. I didn’t like the texture, nor that fact that “Fluff” was so bright white that it must have been created by a mad scientist in a laboratory and contained some type of plastic polymers. It was so white it hurt your eyes to look at it. Even Elmer’s glue is less white than Fluff.

The few times I ate Fluffernutters were at sleepovers or when there was nothing else in the house to make into a sandwich. Some of my sibs ate Fluff directly out of the jar with their fingers. They didn’t want to have to wash a knife.

I did enjoy using Fluff for practical jokes, like the time I put some in my sister’s bottle of hair conditioner (She’s still trying to get it out of her hair, today).

It also made a great adhesive when we ran out of paste or glue.

Fluffernutters reminded me of the unusual sandwiches my seven siblings and I munched on as kids. Back then, there were few, if any, artisan bread bakers. We ate Stroehmann’s sliced white bread that had all the nutritional value of a claw hammer.

Sometimes, we cut our sandwiches diagonally, and I swear they tasted better. When we wanted to appear sophisticated, we cut them into four small triangles.

I had a few wussy picky-eater friends who didn’t like bread crusts and their moms would cut away the crusts. Those kids got beat up a lot in school.

You can tell a lot about people by the sandwich they eat:

1. Wealth: French’s yellow mustard vs Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

2. Taste: Hellmann’s Real Mayonnaise vs Miracle Whip.

3. Education: BLT vs GED.

4. Desperation: Bacon or Beggin’ Strips Bacon Flavor Dog Treats.

5. Location: According to Google, Fluff isn’t popular west of the Mississippi (apparently it doesn’t have the right immigration papers to cross the river).

My sibs and I created sandwiches with most anything we could find in the cupboards and fridge, including: butter and white sugar, Capn’ Crunch and butter, imitation maple syrup, honey, Hershey’s syrup, jellies, jams and preserves, potato chips, barbecue chips, and when desperate, poker chips. (That’s what happens in a large family with card-playing parents).

My dad showed us how to use white radishes and cucumbers, fresh from the garden, to make sandwiches with butter or mayonnaise. I loved peanut butter and banana or apple slices sandwiches.

We even made bread sandwiches – a slice of Stroehmann’s between two slices of Stroehmann’s. When we tired of that, we rolled the bread into a ball and kneaded it in our hands to later be enjoyed as a handy snack or a Nerf-like projectile.

I’m curious to know what your favorite sandwiches were. Let me know in the comment section below this column.

While you are at it, let me know if you have any tips to help my sister get that Fluff out of her hair.

Jim Pfiffer’s humor column is posted every Sunday on the Jim Pfiffer Facebook page, Hidden Landmarks TV Facebook page and TwinTiersLiving.com. Jim lives in Elmira with his wife and many pets and is a retired humor columnist with the Elmira Star-Gazette newspaper.