P. Peanut Butter Pleasure
“Peanut butter,” said Spouse, “why don’t you write about peanut butter. It is clearly something you are obsessed with.”
I am stuck on P, positively perplexed on what I should post about.
Perhaps he has a point. The other day I posted on Facebook: “My heart skipped a beat when I thought there was no more peanut butter in the house. But then I found a new one hidden away.” I wasn’t kidding.
Peanut butter is pivotal to my diet. Peanut butter on toast, apples, carrots and crackers. Peanut butter ice cream. Peanut butter cups. That peanut paste is the pinnacle of versatile provisions.
Possibly one of my primary fears was that my progeny would develop allergies to peanut butter.
Phew! It seems we have passed on that phenomenon!