Test 1, 2, 3.

that means each cup is 1/2 a pound.



So me eating half of one cup is a quarterpounder (with peanut butter).

You'd think that of all the days of the year, the one where you might spend some time thinking about how we, as well-fed people, are wasteful of food, would potentially be the one when you spend your evening making PB&J sandwiches for homeless people.
Like, seriously, do you people actually do this with your own jars of peanut butter? I mean, if it's a jar of PB that you have bought and paid for yourself, do you really, honestly recycle/trash the jar with that much PB in it? Because that? Is a sandwich worth of PB, my friend, and here you are saying that the jar is empty.
Is it some sort of social stigma thing? Like, you would scrape the jar in the privacy of your own home, but nobody wants to be the crazy person scraping the PB jar in public?
(And it occurs to me that this is the one socialization event/gathering that I attend each year. Other people go to parties and bars and Cons. I... make sandwiches for Loaves & Fishes once a year. Where I am know to be or soon found to be the crazy person who scrapes the PB jars.)
Besides, aren't youwe supposed to be UUs up in here? How about some Respect! For the interdependent web of existence! Of which we are a part!
That perfectly good peanut butter lurking in the bottom and on the sides of the jar need some respect too, you know.

This was Friday evening. Appropriately enough, on Thursday evening, I scraped the last of the PB from my 4 lb. tub as a sort of warm-up as I made my two sandwiches (the usual lunch + one for dinner since I was going straight from work to church). So, I started the tub on February 6th and finished it on March 24th. Sooo I eat 4 pounds of peanut butter every 1.5 months or so.

That was a whole lotta worrying for a whole lotta nothing.

My morning as it was supposed to be:
-Go to the hospital at 9am for registration
-Get stabbity needles in the neck around 10am
-Head into work prepared to make jokes about vampires and/or alien abduction

My morning as it was:
-Go to the hospital at 9am for registration
-Come to find out the place I've been going to for Thyroid UltraSounds is crappy and exaggeration-prone, so Hospital Doc isn't even sure there are nodules to biopsy (UltraSound @ hospital confirms that there are not-- just some heterogeneous gobbledy gook, that while not "normal" per se, is really nothing to worry about, and you know, NOT POTENTIALLY CANCEROUS)
-Meanwhile, Hospital Doc turns out to be SciFi Fan Doc: I had written "DON'T PANIC" on my wrist (as you do), and he saw it and got the Hitchhiker's Guide reference and then was recommending books to me to the point of printing out their Wikipedia entries and calling his wife to get a title, and he was all charming and fun and like, the anti-House, so that was a good distraction.
-After everything has been cleared up in a needle-free fashion, it's already after 11am (I was expecting to be at work by then), so I was all screw work and called BMR and took the day off and came home to the Boots.

Now for lunch followed by a big ol' hunk of Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cake.

I opened my four pound tub of JIF Peanutbutter today (first dig!), and I'm sorta curious to see how long it takes me to use it up.

...that it is "Produced in a PEANUT-FREE Facility™"

And that just makes me giggle because it ain't in a PEANUT-FREE Facility™ anymore, folks.
In fact, it's going into some Peanut Butter cookies.



Disclaimer: Yes, I know there are people who need to know such things, but given that PB is one of the few foods I can eat without getting sick, I feel I am entitled to snicker over putting peanut-freeness into peanut butter cookie dough to which I will be adding ground up peanuts. Your peanut-freeness is futile in my hands, Clabber Girl©, futile!

to Zitner's Peanut Butter Eggs. They are thicker than a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg, the PB is creamier, and the chocolate is way higher quality. Also they come in packs of 9 (correction: I have a box of 9, but they come in packs of 24!) and I am eating one right now even though I just finished breakfast.
All of this is not to say that I would turn down a Reese's PB Egg because they're still yummy, and I think I like the flavor of their PB just a smidge better, but both are of the yum.
So, of course, they're both only available for Easter because Jesus died for your chocolate, and then came back as a zombie, so now he wants to eat you like you're made of chocolate because that's what zombies do.
But don't worry, the Easter Bunny has a rifle that shoots stale jelly beans, and he's an excellent shot.