Like most men, J has a pretty hearty appetite. If there’s a food he likes around, he is likely to eat quite a bit of it. J also works from home, so he grazes the food we have there all day. If there are leftovers in the fridge when I leave for work in the morning, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be seeing them when I get home later. Usually this is fine, as I’m used to it. I’m not territorial over the food in the kitchen… with perhaps one exception.
It all started with the toasted, salted nut kick we’ve been on recently. I toasted some almonds to chop up and use on salads, yogurt, etc. J discovered that toasted nuts taste a hundred times better than their raw counterparts and said “You know what would make these even better? Salt!” I’d never thought of making my own salted nuts before, but as it turns out, it’s super easy. First I made a batch of salted mixed nuts, then later just salted peanuts, which J loved. That’s how I think I may have gotten myself into trouble.
See, I love peanut butter and eat it every day, but it’s always been just “my thing”, my little American quirk. I have my peanut butter jar(s) and J doesn’t touch them. I go through them at my own pace and, when there’s a spoonful or two left in a jar, I use it as a delicious receptacle for my morning oatmeal.
However, much to my dismay, J came to realize that toasted peanuts are amazing and that peanut butter is just like delicious roasted peanuts, except in wondrously creamy form. As I watched in horror, he pulled my jar of White Chocolate Wonderful peanut butter from the shelf, helped himself to a spoonful, and said, “Man, that’s actually really good.” Noooo — what have I done??
I suppose I should be pleased that he realizes that peanut butter is not just some weird American obsession, but a genuinely delicious and versatile food product (because who doesn’t like to say “I told you so”?). On the other hand, I’m afraid I’ll be kissing my (dear, precious, expensive—a jar of creamy Skippy is 3.50 EUR at Stockmann!) peanut butter stash good-bye once we have two avid peanut butter eaters in the house. Sigh. If you come to visit us, bring some peanut butter, won’t you?