As it were, I am forging ahead in my lifetime battle against gluttony. My eating disorder has intensified with recent stresses at work, which always leads me down that dangerous path to the peanut butter jar.
As I am now a coupon-clipping queen in an effort to cut back on reckless spending, I recently came into the fortune of Jif Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter. I have long been an ally of Skippy and still believe it is a better product than Jif, but that particular week, no coupon was to be found for the Skippy. I restrained myself and only purchased two. Upon getting home, I opened it and gave it a taste. Wow, it was very extra crunchy! So very crunchy in fact. And so very delicious when paired with some left over dark chocolate Hershey kisses. I had a moment there in the solitude of my kitchen where I knew I should stop, but didn't know if I could.
My new-found dessert. The process of letting the dark chocolate kiss melt in my mouth for a quick bit before introducing it to a spoonful of extra crunchy peanut butter was euphoric. I eventually stopped and then brought the jar to work as a snack item. It has since been decimated, even eaten with a fork in more desperate times when spoons were not to be found. One very busy day, I considered using my fingers rather than walk the 10 steps to the office kitchen to retrieve the proper utensil. Semi-neanderthal of me, but my pride disappeared years ago.
Thus, I am on board with Jif. I understand why choosy Moms choose Jif. Forget wasting money on toys and babysitters, all you gotta do is give your kid a jar of the stuff and they'll be occupied for a lifetime. Or in my case, two business days.
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