Last December I fell ill. It wasn’t life threatening, it was just a bug, but it wiped
me out. I couldn’t get warm or
comfortable, it was a pretty miserable five days.
But while I was sick, I bought some peanut butter.
Y’see I’m one of those people who really goes with their gut
and listens to their body. When
I’m craving something, 97% of the time, I’ll satisfy that craving. I don’t know if that speaks more to me
being in tune with myself or my desire not to go without, but usually get what
I’m longing for.
So, when I was sick I was craving peanut butter on
celery. Since I’d already had
celery in my fridge I went out and picked up some peanut butter from my
severely underwhelming local grocery store Pathmark.
And I’ve got to say that the celery/peanut butter combo was
awesome. It really hit the spot,
which was particularly satisfying because I was under the weather. It was perfect. Unfortunately I was left with a jar of
peanut butter that was 95% untouched.
I’m not the biggest fan of peanut butter. It stems from my childhood. As a kid I made my own lunch for
school. I did it up until high
school, at which point I switched up to getting lunch from school.
But back to my making my lunch, it was really the first time
I toyed with philosophy, sort of.
I’d make my lunch the night before and every day I’d take it
school. But I didn’t often eat
those lunches. I’d eat the snacks
I’d packed, but not the main course; the sandwich.
Usually I’d make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or
occasionally a peanut butter and honey sandwich. I’d make those sandwiches because they were easy to
make. Strangely enough I wasn’t all
that invested in my lunch, I’d make sandwiches that were easy to make, rather
than tasted good.
Making the sandwiches was Nighttime Skip’s responsibility,
eating them fell solely in the domain of the mythical Tomorrow Skip. It was as though I truly believed that
I was reborn anew each day.
Nighttime Skip wasn’t worried about those sandwiches he was making; he
wasn’t going to eat them, they were Tomorrow Skip’s problem.
Basically I was done with peanut butter for life.
I’m fine with peanut butter as a flavor or incorporated in
ice cream (it's one of my favorite parts of Chubby Hubby) but as an adult I’d never purchased a jar of peanut butter for
personal consumption. Wow, I just
realized that I bought my first jar of peanut butter while shivering from a
fever.
While I don’t like peanut butter, I like wasting food even
less. So I have this jar of barely used peanut butter that I’m trying to find
ways to get rid of. Thankfully
I’ve got the Epicurious app which happily provided me with some recipes that
incorporate peanut butter in them.
Stay tuned to see how it turns out.
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