Tonight, I made these (okay, someone else made these, mine are still firming up in the freezer)
while belting out 'Til I See You and Hosanna at the top of my lungs (thank you Pandora).
This is the second time I've made them in a week. Don't judge. My department is doing an offsite at my house tomorrow. And people really like them. And then they like me. I mean, um...they're just really, really good, and easy!
And can I tell you all a secret? I think peanut butter is the bomb. (Do people still say, "the bomb?" "Da" bomb?) Seriously. I used to think it was silly that the food missionaries always stereotypically want brought to them is peanut butter. Not any more. I don't eat peanut butter sandwiches - but Thai Peanut chicken? Peanut butter chocolate chip cookies? Buckeye bark? Be still my heart.
Another secret? Since jr. high, I haven't measured peanut butter once. Nope. I just grab a big spoon, pull up a scoop and compare it to a measuring cup, while the cup stays blissfully un-peanut buttered. It was laziness really. Who likes to clean out peanut butter from crevices? Not this girl. But now, I think I'm a bit smug in saying, I am an awesome peanut-butter-measurer-eyeballer. It's a thing. Next winter olympics, wait and see.
Peter Pan. How I love you. A Disney hinted treat from my whole childhood. Mom always told me that peanut butter was not something you bought the cheap-o brand of. You can taste the difference! She bought this in a 48938378291 gallon tub at Sam's Club when I was growing up. Huge. I was always a little nervous of dropping that on my toes. But I never did. I dropped whole watermelon once (home alone, trying to be too big for my britches), but never the peanut butter. I recently bought, not one, but two of the big old 40 oz tubs in creamy. And I already had a 40 oz tub of crunchy. They were BOGO, I couldn't resist. If I ever move overseas and you visit me - well you know what to bring.
Now all I have to say is: "Dear Lord, please let my kids be blissfully un-allergic to peanut butter!
and gluten, please, please let them be able to eat gluten!
Let's face it, Lord, I want my kids to be foodies too.