I’m weird about peanuts. I know this.
Cocktail peanuts? No. Won’t eat them. Won’t buy a package of mixed nuts that includes them.
Chunky peanut butter? No. That’s peanut butter with cocktail peanuts.
Creamy peanut butter? Yum. I will eat spoonfuls.
Peanuts in the shell? Extra fun if you don’t shell them. I am serious. Just crunch on through that. My cousin got me started on it, saying it was a “family thing.” I have always wondered if she was putting me on, but it turns out that I do not care. I will teach Baguette to eat peanuts this way (once the doctor says we can try her on peanuts, that is). Then it will be a family thing.
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my husband only eats the chunk. gross.
So does Mr. Sandwich. We just buy separate peanut butter. Actually, it’s a good thing that we don’t base our marriage on shared foodstuffs, because we also buy separate ice cream and spaghetti sauce.
we disagree on ice cream, too. And he dislikes steak. wtf?
Thank goodness Mr. Sandwich and I agree on the awesomeness of steak.