Stick with Me, Kid – Guest Post by, Annette Rochelle Aben …

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If you were to see how we do this in our house, you’d get a giggle. I live with my siblings and each of us is, shall we say, in our advancing years. In plain language, we are each beyond 55 but this side of eternity. We have our own rooms, beds, and toilets (TMI but hey) and we each have something else that is ours alone, we each have our own peanut butter jars. That’s right, there is NO sharing of the creamy spread in this house. Why? Because, that’s why!

I believe it stems from the fact that when I moved into the house, my sister was already here. She eats what I refer to as imitation peanut butter, the stuff they market as having “more real peanut taste’ and I eat the natural stuff that is only peanuts and salt. Hers can be kept at room temperature, while mine, needs to be refrigerated after opening. Hers can be scooped out on the end of a tooth pick while a toothpick wouldn’t hold enough of mine to feed an ant. Neither of us would be caught eating the other’s peanut butter. I do not eat sugar (which is an ingredient in her brand) and she thinks mine has the texture of… well I won’t go there.

Now, add my brother to the mix. When he moved in, his jarred butter of choice was almond butter. (there’s one in every family)

Well, as each of us was doing our own grocery shopping, things were going along just fine for a few weeks. Us gals would buy our peanut butter and the man of the house would bring home that other stuff. That is, until the day I noticed a brand of peanut butter that neither of us ladies ate, was sitting on the counter. It had a brand name, like my sister’s favorite but it was the natural version I enjoyed. It was as though our brother had found the best of both worlds.

Out of mutual respect, we simply never invade each other’s jars, it’s more sanitary that way. I mean if someone wanted to double dip or simply swipe with a finger (don’t judge). There is something sacred about knowing that regardless of who ate the last egg in the carton or emptied the mustard container and stuck it back in the fridge, we shall each be completely responsible for our own peanut butter habits.

It’s cool, because there’s even a special time set aside for us every year, as November is National Peanut Butter Lovers Month.

Guess some people NEED a reason…

Annette Rochelle Aben

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  5. Ahhh…how do you know you have an elephant in your refrigerator? Because of the peanut butter breath. 🙂 Take most foods away from me, but leave my peanut butter alone. Growing up, I took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to school every day. It doesn’t get more committed. Thanks for sharing. HUGS

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  6. OMG! I loved this, Annette. How funny. You know I’m a PB2 gal so I can sympathize with you sister. BTW, Ron has his chunky kind, and I my kind. It’s the best way to live! LOL! ❤

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