If there's one thing I have learned from my grandfather it would have to be the deliciousness of peanut butter. Creamy or extra chunky, I could not care less as long as its not that all natural "stir the oil back in before you take a bite" kind...I am a happy camper. (Note: I do not think I will ever be a happy "camper" but the phrase still applies just the same.)
I may or may not occasionally indulge in a straight-up spoonful of the peanut-y goodness...at work...from the jar hidden in my cube...savoring every moment until the spoon is licked clean. That may or may not happen...on a semi-regular basis.
;-)
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