Last year was the year of the spoon.
I had my spoon in everything and anything delicious that could be spread, dipped, or straight-up eaten. Hummus, jelly, cookie butter, sweetened condensed milk, ice cream, and of course…
Did I mention that the bottom of my mouth and the sides of my tongue have started swelling a bit when I eat peanut butter too many days in a row now? Because they do. I get the vague feeling (as I sit here with my spoonful of peanut butter hanging out of my mouth) I should be cutting back. Three words: Denial solves everything.
This year, however, I have made a resolution. A good one. One that will make me a fundamentally better human being who is in touch with her fundamentally good human side.
This year, I declare 2015: the year of the finger foods.
Because really, wasn’t that what fingers were made for? Scraping out the very last drop of peanut butter from those hard-to-reach spots at the bottom of a cylindrical jar? And you even get ten uses–one for each finger–before you have to wash them! It’s like the Supreme Creator attached handy portable sampler spoons on the ends of our hands for this very purpose.
Human creation. They really did think of everything. Now all I need is a retractable wings and a manual-speed metabolism with overdrive, and this new year will be a breeze.
I really didn’t start making homemade peanut butter until my friend gifted me a food processor at the end of my first year in grad school. If you know me at all, my lack of kitchen appliance ownership probably wouldn’t surprise you since I didn’t learn how to boil an egg until about junior year of college.
That’s when the finger-tasting obsession started: suddenly I was struck by a realization that the warm, liquidy goodness at the bottom of the food processor bowl could be scraped up and enjoyed right on the spot, and–what was more–that I could apply the same logic to most things that come in jars!… Read more