Peanut Butter. I have trouble looking at it in raw form. I blame it on the fact that when I worked as a paraprofessional after DJ was born, I lived on peanut butter sandwiches. They were perfect for what I needed – a quick and easy lunch.
Now, if someone told me that I needed to eat a whole peanut butter sandwich, I don’t know that I’d be able to do it. Maybe if it was a contest for a million dollars. Or a fundraiser. Have I ever mentioned how many pies in the face I have taken for fundraisers? A lot. There’s something about smashing a cream pie in your teacher’s face that motivates students to donate. Heated peanut butter and I still get along quite well. DJ loves these too. What three year old doesn’t like to dip?