Gritty Tradition

So it's Tuesday and I do believe the funniest thing I've said this week happened yesterday.  

"Pam!  Ohhhh I love this peanut butter so very much.  It's basically like someone just chewed peanuts up for you first." 

For some reason this made her think I was being sarcastic in my love for the nutter but sarcasm it was not.  

I have found the one.  

The best natural peanut butter.  

It's Smuckers.  Simple.  Yes. 

And I must be honest here and say I didn't really find it.  What happened was I was at Danae's house one morning over Christmas break drinking my sixth cup of coffee and teaching her to crochet a chain when all of a sudden it was lunch time.  Her children were hungry and I hear when children are hungry, they must be tended to.  Danae whipped them up some grilled cheese with good cheese because she's a good momma and then I stood next to her butcher block island eating a green apple one slice at time.  Spreading gritty peanut butter smoothly just so with a butter knife.  I told you about this before but it bears repeating; I can make a tradition out of anything.  And that day, standing next to my forever kind of friend's butcher block island, I sensed a new one coming on.  Yes, felt it brewing under my skin.  Butter knife, gritty peanut butter, one slice at a time green apple is what it's called.  

I took a picture of the jar so I wouldn't forget and then I purchased a jar and brought it home to have a twenty minute stir session with it before placing it in the fridge.  

Twenty minutes might be an exaggeration but it takes some muscle to get that nutter stirred up right.  

But now.  

Now it's ready whenever I want it to be.  

And I bring it to work on a Monday so I can say things like, "Pam! Ohhhh I love this peanut butter so very much. It's basically like someone just chewed peanuts up for you first."