Santa Cruz Peanut Butter, dark roast, crunchy.
And (though I haven’t had one in ages) peanut butter and bacon on toast.
Santa Cruz Peanut Butter, dark roast, crunchy.
And (though I haven’t had one in ages) peanut butter and bacon on toast.
When I do not deliberately avoid it I eat peanut butter like NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM and my salt intake goes up so much it’s a health problem
so I eat lots of peanut-butter-flavored things, but not the PB itself, not from a jar
I cannot be trusted to administer this medication myself
I’m an optimistic introverted night owl who likes smooth and crunchy peanut butter in equal amounts, who learned about PBJ sandwiches through Sesame Street as a child.
And although peanut butter was available here since the early '80s, I never thought to make a BPJ until about a year ago during the lockdown, but went with honey rather than jam.
My one weird trick is to cover two slices of wholemeal bread with an abundance of honey and to give the honey time to soak into the bread. There should be a generous film of honey on the surface of each slice and if there isn’t, you haven’t used enough honey yet. This technique not only allows you to get more honey onboard, but it serves to stiffen the bread and give it a pleasantly crunchy mouthfeel.
Then apply as much peanut butter as you can get to form a layer on one slice (10-15mm is in the ballpark, more is better).
Place the other honey-soaked slice to the top to complete the sandwich, slice in half (not diagonally) and serve (to yourself) with a glass of icy cold milk.
Now that I think about it, I haven’t even tried it since I was a child and our household “butter” was Country Crock. Ugh, I feel sick just thinking about it.
I can definitely see how the combination would work, especially with a nice, rich Irish butter.
porque no los dos?
I know we’re usually the forgotten stepchild, but in Canada we did PB&J quite regularly. I still do on occasion, and have converted my partner from creamy to crunchy for everything except eating it directly from the tub (which happens to hold true for Nutella or hummus too…)
So good! Add some brown sugar as an option, too!
Agreed! The heck, people!
also, raspberry jam FOR THE WIN
Nearly half of all respondents said when dating someone, it would be a deal-breaker to find out their date was in the other camp.
Does anyone else find this absurd? When it comes to relationship conflicts, this is utterly trivial – and easily accommodated. Buy two jars.
Has anyone actually acted on this “deal breaker”? As in “Yeah, the sex was amazing… but she liked crunchy peanut butter. We just couldn’t make it work, so we split up. And she got full custody of the cats”
Haven’t eaten it in 25 years, would be quite happy to go to my grave having never eaten any more.
Only without seeds!
Exactly. You want grapes? That’s what the wine is for.
Nearly half of all respondents said when dating someone, it would be a deal-breaker to find out their date was in the other camp.
Does anyone else find this absurd?
I also thought that was absurd. Of all the petty things that have entered my mind as reasons to pick a fight or “end it” over the years, our condiment preferences have never bubbled to the surface. (And we are a house divided on ketchup, so you know it could go there.)
Also in school cafeteria lunch menus in the olden days before peanut allergies affected a lot of kids.
The rash of nut allergies in the USA is a remarkable story that really highlights how mid-century notions of nutrition based on reductive perceptions actually created problems that were virtually non-existent before (ie. Some kids have nut allergies, so all kids should avoid nuts in the first few years). The story of how this poorly-conceived guidance was reversed is really remarkable.
Babies who ate the equivalent of about 4 heaping teaspoons of peanut butter weekly were about 80 percent less likely to develop a peanut allergy by their fifth birthday. So finds a landmark new study.
Also, Bamba are the shit.
Edited for really a lot of really redundant wording.
Crunchy peanut butter is superior.
As is staying up late, and sleeping in in the morning.
We have a bunch of apple butter in the basement right now . I don’t like it at all, but Mr. and Jr. Kidd like it. Mr. Kidd made it, too. Do you want some? We seriously have too much.
We had an apple tree in our front yard and every other year or so would pull 30-40 lbs of jonathan apples from it. We have enough apple butter an apple sauce to last until rapture.
SAME HERE. and i would never break up with a partner who liked either or.
i have PB (mostly without jelly tho) several times a week. quick, tasty one handed lunch. i’m 58.
We have enough apple butter an apple sauce to last until rapture.
So, 5 more days?
[just kidding!!!]
It’s the “Bicycle Shed Situation” as described by Cyril Northcote Parkinson in his book “Parkinson’s Law”. Still worth a read after half a century and more. Committees that will pass a budget of $5M (or £5M) for a nuclear reactor or a Computer system in five minutes, will argue for hours over £100 for a bicyle shed. Why? Because nobody wants to admit they don’t know anything about the nuclear reactor or the computer system, but everybody understands what a bicycle shed is. And wants the rest of the committee to know that they do.
The advert strikes me as the same sort of guff that Marmite pushed in the UK. “You either love it or hate it!” Meh - not so. I don’t much care either way. I have it sometimes, but not often. And I have both kinds of peanut-butter in my cupboard. Sometimes I’ll have one, sometimes the other. It’s controversy for the sake of stirring up an interest - tabloid advertising.
I like it with apple butter! When I’m back in the hinterlands, I buy the good stuff directly from the Amish. But when I’m out on the heathen coasts, I make my own and add some molasses.
Has anyone actually acted on this “deal breaker”? As in “Yeah, the sex was amazing… but she liked crunchy peanut butter. We just couldn’t make it work, so we split up.
That was my thought, too. Couldn’t come up with a single food choice that would lead to a breakup, this was probably the excuse. I’ve loved a lot of people who enjoyed food I wouldn’t eat if you paid me, but fortunately we had lots of toothpaste and mouthwash.