I don’t need a specific month to celebrate peanut butter. Nope. In fact, I celebrate it almost every day! But since November is Peanut Butter Lovers’ month, it seemed only natural (get it?!) to write about it.
I have the whole peanut butter situation on lockdown, and as it turns out, there is most likely a peanut butter gene that has been passed down from generation to generation on both sides of my family. So, join me as I pay homage and work my way from tame treats to what some people may call just downright weird.
Peanut Butter on my Crackers!
Graham crackers, that is. This was a tradition that came from my Dad’s side of the family, where ‘peanut butter was always in the cupboard’ when he was young. The best part? Making a peanut-butter-and- graham-cracker sandwich and dipping it in milk until the sandwich becomes so soft it ALMOST breaks off (please note: this technique is also great for Oreos and Christmas cookies). I have fond memories of eating this for dessert with my brother, pushing the cracker to the ‘break point.’ This was followed by a frantic run to the silverware drawer for a spoon while yelling ‘Mayday! Mayday! It was never thought of to get the spoon before you start dipping it in milk…that was half the fun.
Peanut Butter on my Toast!
Now, most people probably wouldn’t think twice about putting peanut butter on toast. That’s normal, right? The difference is I dip mine in syrup! This came from my Mom’s side of the family, a breakfast treat her father ate when he was a child. I was a huge breakfast kid, so I would have three, or possibly even four, pieces of toast, cut in half and dipped in a small bowl of warm syrup. It really doesn’t get any better than that. Or does it?
Peanut Butter on my Pancakes!
I remember the moment like it was yesterday. It would change the way I saw breakfast…forever. I was in 7th grade and I had just spent the night at my friend Whitney’s house. It was morning and breakfast time and pancakes were on the menu. And, being a breakfast connoisseur, I was quite familiar with the breed (or so I thought). I was a spoiled child, blessed with a talented and loving mother who would make delectable apple pancakes. It was always a treat growing up when she would make these for my brother and I. Smothered in butter and doused in a fair serving of (lite!) syrup, it is a nostalgic part of my childhood. Then of course, there’s the classic chocolate chip pancake, which was mmm…right up my alley. Last and probably least, you have the plain buttermilk pancake. This never did it for me. That morning at my friend’s house, however, took plain pancakes to a whole new level. Whitney’s father put peanut butter ON TOP OF the pancake. It’s hard to believe, but I initially scoffed at him for suggesting such a ludicrous twosome. ‘Don’t knock it ‘till you try it!’ he said. From that day on, peanut butter went on my pancakes. Then, in a pure stroke of genius, I got the idea to put peanut butter on top of chocolate chip pancakes. It’s like a Tastykake!
Peanut Butter on my Ice Cream!
Those that know me know that I love peanut butter on ice cream. Doesn’t matter if I’m at the local ice cream shop or scooping a bowl at home…I will melt my own peanut butter and pour it on. The peanut butter doesn’t go on just any kind of ice cream though, oh no. It goes on Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. I will pause for a moment and let you process that. Is your look of disgust gone yet? I can’t tell you how many people I come across that find that absolutely horrid. Now, what I don’t understand is, how can you not love that combination?! Peanut butter and mint were born to be together, at least in my eyes. Let me propose another PB&M combo that will perhaps tickle your fancy: peanut butter on thin mints.
Leave it to me to write a whole blog on peanut butter. Somebody else out there has to have some interesting PB combos or nostalgic family treats, right? Feel free to share and rid me of the notion that I am simply a peanut butter freak. Thank you.