Thanks everyone for your super-sweet comments on my outfit yesterday… For those who asked, I got the shoes at TJ Maxx but I think they’re Steve Madden (I’m honestly too lazy to go check ;) ).
Today I have a special treat! Chelsey at Clean Eating Chelsey and I did a post-swap! Please give her a hearty welcome; she’s one of my favorite bloggers to read. Her posts are always funny, thoughtful, and/or delicious! :)
I thought I would talk to you about something very, very important today. Like seriously important – you should probably cancel any other plans you have this evening so you can devote yourself to this post. No, I’m not joking.
I want to talk to you about…
Peanut butter. Contrary to popular belief, I do not want to talk about the huge bags underneath my eyes. Give a girl some slack here folks – 6 AM doesn’t look good on most people, including me. I promptly used that spoon to depuff my eyes after eating my OIAJ.
Peanut butter and I have a very special relationship. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved peanut butter.
Okay, that’s a lie. I liked peanut butter when I was a kid – I never really loved it.
Sure, I had my fair share of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for brown bag lunches, but it was never anything I swooned over. In fact, I was always a little bit resentful of the kids who got to bring fluffernutter sandwiches to school – my mom was so against the fluff. It was sad to me then, but I understand it now. My kids are probably going to hate me since I won’t allow fluff within a 100 foot radius of them, but I’m already over it.
When I was growing up, we were a JIF kind of family – you know, that “peanut butter” filled with hydrogenated oils. Yum, sounds delicious, right? Wrong. I’m kind of a peanut butter snob now. Peanut butter must have just peanuts and salt. Evaporated cane juice and palm fruit oil is sometimes okay. Just give me the peanuts – I don’t need anything else. In fact, now that I have seen the light (aka eaten real peanut butter), there is no way I will ever go back to eating JIF (aka fake peanut butter) again. It just doesn’t compare. If you’re on the fence between real and fake peanut butter, just go for it – more specifically, go for Trader Joe’s Organic Creamy Peanut Butter.
The turning point for me was when I started putting peanut butter in my oatmeal. In fact, I thought that I was coming up with some novel idea by doing that until I realized three years later there was a whole blog world already on top of the whole oatmeal with peanut butter and bananas deal. So much for being one to pave the way for others. Around this same time, I went on a peanut rampage. I worked at a restaurant where eating peanuts and throwing the shells on the floor is mandatory. While my partaking in this event just meant I would have to sweep more up, I didn’t care. All I wanted was some peanuts.
I have branched out to other nuts – almonds, cashews – but nothing tastes as good as peanut butter. My favorite way to eat peanut butter is on top of oats or stuffed in dates
and we also can’t forget right off the spoon.
I actually think my biggest fear is being allergic to peanuts – or having a child that is highly allergic to peanuts. I think I would cry. So do me a favor today – eat a spoonful of peanut butter. I swear it will make your day complete.
Question: What is your favorite way to enjoy peanut butter?