Peanut butter helped me thru my first camp out with the Brownie troop into the nearby woods. Afraid of giant moths, I was nearly paralyzed when the sun went down and the lantern flicker and swayed as the behemoths attacked our only source of light.My heart shape sandwich filled with peanuty essence calmed me down.
Peanut butter has been the one constant in my life. When I was in the circus and too poor to buy real meat, peanut butter was my only source of protein thru the entire state of
Now, THEY, some stupid book, say it’s bad for me. That I should substitute almond or sunflower butter. They all taste like paste compared to my Skippy. And they don’t warm my heart. My heart is very cool with all this juicing and avoiding wine.
Husband and I always fight about which is better, Jif or Skippy. Every time we are in the grocery store, he grabs one, I the other. He is a smooth man, I like mine super crunchy. He refuses to let me buy both (as if we are too poor to buy two kinds of peanut butter). If I lose the battle in the store I sneak back and buy it later (like a smoker trying to quit).
It butters my toast each morning, makes a great way to get a big pill down a dog’s throat, and comforts me. I won’t do without my peanut butter. Guess I just won’t be perfect cleansed. (I never thought that was possible anyway).I'm naturally dirty.
What to do with an empty bottle of Skippy!