Growing up we were always a two-jars-of-peanut butter family. I have always loved creamy, while my sister Jen is a crunchy peanut butter lover. One summer we went to my grandmother's on Long Island, New York, to spend a few weeks with her, and my sister was overjoyed to see crunchy peanut butter in her pantry.
The next day at lunch she made herself a sandwich using the jar provided and also a jar of strawberry preserves (with whole strawberries). It was one huge gloppy mess. She took one large bite, and then looked a little puzzled as she crunched.
The next thing we knew she looked at the sandwich and started screaming. There were some sort of small bugs nesting throughout the peanut butter! She ran right to the restroom and up came her entire lunch. When we took a closer look at grandma's peanut butter, it was over four years past the due date! The rest of the afternoon we spent clearing out grandma's cupboards and throwing out food and such past due, and of course headed right for the grocery store to restock her shelves.
From then on Jen has been a creamy peanut butter eater like me. Just the thought of crunchy turns her green to the gills.
Visit Christine at http://housewifewom.blogspot.com/
