I have placed a moratorium on sadness, thankyouverymuch. To wit: PEANUT BUTTER.
After a year of making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I have learned to enjoy an often generous swipe of peanut butter once the sandwich making is done. Odd, since for the last 38 years the only peanut butter I liked came dipped in chocolate. Am I the only one who is, like a four year old, suddenly liking foods they previously disdained?