Today brought a wee bit of excitement into our seclusion. You see, yesterday I’d finished the last of our current jar of peanut butter. So this morning I got to open, and stir a new jar! Normally a nuisance, or at best a mundane and uninteresting task, it was something different that we could celebrate.
Crunchy, all natural peanut butter is the accepted convention in the Porter household, and we see Smucker’s as the gold standard for such comestibles. After purchase, this jar endured a 72 hour quarantine in our son’s garage, so we think it’s safe. As I broke the seal and opened the lid for the first time, the intoxicating aroma of peanuts wafted about me and gently awakened my senses.
As I stirred the culinary masterpiece, I gazed slovenly… er, lovingly at the peanut chunks and their intricate dance around the knife as it gently agitated the elixir and brought it to life. The spiritual aroma of peanut butter saturated the air, like incense… a rich bouquet of of the elixir’s earthy past. I shuddered….
In any event, I eventually got the stuff smeared on a piece of toasted English muffin, whereupon I added blueberries and wolfed it down with my coffee. Change is good. Tomorrow Julie gets to open a new container of steel cut oatmeal!
This was so enjoyable to read and made me want some peanut butter on my bagel. I hope you all are doing well!
Thanks. As you can see, we’re still surviving. Oh, and peanut butter –
I’ve always said that peanut butter is the stuff that dreams are made of!
I craved peanut butter when I was pregnant with my son, Scott. I gained so much weight even my nose got bigger?. Scott asked for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every day throughout elementary school…EVERY day!
Peanut butter. It brings out the best in people.
Day 33 of my captivity. I mean, self-quarantine…isolation,… whatever. Tim and I are lucky to be staying at my brothers beautiful lake house. Every day we awaken to a new view of the lake… some days are nicer than others. We could do with a lot less SNOW for example. The lake is so pretty. Some mornings there are sparkling little drops of water or melted ice on the bushes and trees. It’s like living in a fairly tale castle. (I’ll be the Princess, Tim is the ogre… or the worker). lol
This is a strange New World we are suddenly in. I miss you and Tim and so many folks. At least I get to see the Governor really often on TV.
I don’t know why you two made such extensive travel plans before when all that you needed was one jar of Smucker’s Peanut Butter to bring adventure and joy to your lives!