This is by Bob Dvorak.

Dani sat in the cafeteria and opened up her brown-bag lunch. Bologna. Again. She glanced around. Jimmy had PBJ. Beth had PBJ. Sal had PBJ.

They looked back at her. “Bologna again?”

“Yes. I don’t like peanut butter without jelly.”

“So get your mom to put jelly in it.”

“We don’t have any in the house. Too many calories, she says, so she got rid of the jelly.”

“No more jelly?”

“No. She’s ex-pectin.”