I have a song stuck in my head that the children will be singing in the Holiday Show tomorrow night. It’s all about peanut butter. It’s been in my head all day. Kill me now.
The other reason peanut butter is on my mind is due to my recent lifestyle makeover (which is made and then neglected, and then made again, and on and on) which does not include peanut butter. Almond butter, yes. Peanut butter, no. Not a biggie, right?
So I shelled out about $10 for a tiny jar of almond butter. I wanted to make sure it was palatable before buying the $20 jar. I scoured the shelf for the “no stir” variety, but alas, the almond butter was not available in “no stir.” Apparently I’m not alone in my wants, because there was a slot for “no stir” peanut butter, but it was empty.
I get my needs-stirring almond butter home and get to stirring. It was the funniest thing. This stuff is supposed to help me with my “wind” problems. Hello, the jar farted at me like seven times while I was stirring it. I was cracking up. At one point it kind of threw up at me too and splattered all over the counter, my hand and my sleeve.
This is a lot of work for an almond butter and jelly sandwich. And it has to be refrigerated. I really like room temperature nut butters. Oh well. At least it hasn’t been completely blacklisted like many of my other staples.
Yah, still have that song in my head. “A Peanut sat on a railroad track…” if you know it, now it’ll be stuck in your head too. Don’t say I am not a sharing person. If you don’t know it, consider yourself lucky and be on your way.