Hey von Frinkenhagen blog readers, this is Brian and I believe I have successfully hijacked "our" blog (Hayley's in the other room). I wanted to write a quick message about our most recent grocery store experience.
Hayley and I decided to hit the store to buy supplies for this week's lunch and dining sessions. While walking down the cereal/peanut butter aisle, Hayley asked me if I needed/wanted some peanut butter. I wasn't fully paying attention since I was once again enslaved to pushing the cart (since I'm not trusted to find and purchase the groceries) so I said "sure". Now, I don't know what peanut butter you guys all grew up on, but I'm an extra crunchy Jif kind of guy (and she knows this). It wasn't until I got home and started putting the groceries away (again, I'm not usually trusted to do this, but given that she was watering plants outside and I knew we had items that had to go in the refridgerator, I took it upon myself to be responsible and put them away) that I noticed that she did not buy me extra crunchy Jif peanut butter. You know what kind she got me? Some kind of no name "organic" peanut butter. My first thought was, "more organic stuff that we paid too much for that won't be any better for me than regular peanut butter". Then I thought, "wait Brian, perhaps you should be a little more open-minded and give it a try. Maybe you won't even be able to taste a difference". However, when I looked into the jar at the top (just below the lid), I saw a bunch of liquid (presumably peanut oil...fingers crossed). I then tilted the jar of "peanut butter" and saw the whole contents of the jar begin to shift. It was at this point that I realized that Hayley had bought me "hippie butter" and that my initial reaction to this "peanut butter" (from now on, I will not refer to this stuff as "peanut butter" as it is quite the misnomer. I will call it..."goo") was correct. Seriously, have you ever had runny peanut butter? I remember sticking a knife into the jar and being able to scoop out a big hunk of it without it falling off the knife. That cannot be done with this stuff, believe me. You may think that this is the end of the story, but you are wrong.
Hayley got done with the plant watering and came inside at which time I asked her about her selection and stated that she must have made a mistake. Let me just say that there was no mistake. I believe her words were "I am surprised I made it out of the store with that stuff". I told her that I would not be eating it and she told me I was wrong. She opened up her jar (she eats smooth - and in this case runnier - peanut butter) and proceeded to spend the next couple minutes mixing her goo. She took a taste and said that it tasted exactly like peanut butter and then pulled some out with her finger to give me a taste. While I was refusing to taste it, her goo was running down her finger. That's just not right folks.
Now, there is good news out of all of this. Hayley said the jars said that the goo was good for an entire year. That gives her plenty of time to eat both jars! Ok, she's back in the room so I must go. We'll continue this conversation later. Peace out!
Hayley and I decided to hit the store to buy supplies for this week's lunch and dining sessions. While walking down the cereal/peanut butter aisle, Hayley asked me if I needed/wanted some peanut butter. I wasn't fully paying attention since I was once again enslaved to pushing the cart (since I'm not trusted to find and purchase the groceries) so I said "sure". Now, I don't know what peanut butter you guys all grew up on, but I'm an extra crunchy Jif kind of guy (and she knows this). It wasn't until I got home and started putting the groceries away (again, I'm not usually trusted to do this, but given that she was watering plants outside and I knew we had items that had to go in the refridgerator, I took it upon myself to be responsible and put them away) that I noticed that she did not buy me extra crunchy Jif peanut butter. You know what kind she got me? Some kind of no name "organic" peanut butter. My first thought was, "more organic stuff that we paid too much for that won't be any better for me than regular peanut butter". Then I thought, "wait Brian, perhaps you should be a little more open-minded and give it a try. Maybe you won't even be able to taste a difference". However, when I looked into the jar at the top (just below the lid), I saw a bunch of liquid (presumably peanut oil...fingers crossed). I then tilted the jar of "peanut butter" and saw the whole contents of the jar begin to shift. It was at this point that I realized that Hayley had bought me "hippie butter" and that my initial reaction to this "peanut butter" (from now on, I will not refer to this stuff as "peanut butter" as it is quite the misnomer. I will call it..."goo") was correct. Seriously, have you ever had runny peanut butter? I remember sticking a knife into the jar and being able to scoop out a big hunk of it without it falling off the knife. That cannot be done with this stuff, believe me. You may think that this is the end of the story, but you are wrong.
Hayley got done with the plant watering and came inside at which time I asked her about her selection and stated that she must have made a mistake. Let me just say that there was no mistake. I believe her words were "I am surprised I made it out of the store with that stuff". I told her that I would not be eating it and she told me I was wrong. She opened up her jar (she eats smooth - and in this case runnier - peanut butter) and proceeded to spend the next couple minutes mixing her goo. She took a taste and said that it tasted exactly like peanut butter and then pulled some out with her finger to give me a taste. While I was refusing to taste it, her goo was running down her finger. That's just not right folks.
Now, there is good news out of all of this. Hayley said the jars said that the goo was good for an entire year. That gives her plenty of time to eat both jars! Ok, she's back in the room so I must go. We'll continue this conversation later. Peace out!
3 comments:
HE'S EATING IT! I find it funny that this is the same guy who once tried a Beggin' Strip (yes, dog treats) just for fun to see if it really tasted like bacon. I think he can handle peanut butter that is peanut butter and tastes like peanut butter. My gosh, HE ATE DOG FOOD!!!!
(for the record, I grew up on JIF too, I just thought that I'd try something new for once).
There's nothing quite as appetizing as runny light brown goo in a jar...
Personally I like the buy by weight organic peanut butter at Central Market. I assume this is sort of the same thing? You can make a killer peanut sauce for noodles or pork chops with it.
Man, I'm in the same boat as you bri. Donna buys "real" peanut butter from some fancy store. It's awful. So, I just keep a crunchy JIF stash under the bed...
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