This week, we had a crisis of epic proportions. We almost ran out of peanut butter! Actually, it depends on your definition of “almost”, this is what we had left.
We consciously try not to recreate our American lives here. We’re trying to do things the way the Swiss do and use local products…with one exception. He loves peanut butter. He may survive on peanut butter and jelly or peanut butter and honey sandwiches (feel free to draw conclusions about the quality of my cooking).
He used to be a JIF man, but when we became DINK’s (Dual Income No Kids) we started splurging. We love Trader Joe’s Peanut Butter (the kind made from only crushed peanuts). He’s a creamy man. I’m a crunchy girl. Since he eats 30x more of it than I do, we buy creamy.
When I saw the “almost empty” jar in the fridge, I went to the nearest supermarket that I thought would have peanut butter that wasn’t completely packed with sugar and oils. They didn’t have plain crushed peanuts so I bought one that was mostly peanuts with a small amount of oil. For good measure, I bought one that was made of only crushed almonds and another of only crushed cashews. Crisis averted.
“Man cannot live by bread alone, he must have peanut butter.” – President James A. Garfield.