Our apartment ran out of peanut butter.  Crisis.  Peanut butter needs to be available at all times.  I was out.  My roommate was out.  There is no one else to turn to for pb at these times.  It is unacceptable.  I love peanut butter, my roommate loves peanut butter, the dog even loves peanut butter.

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Instead of driving to the grocery store, I looked up how to make peanut butter and found it quite simple.  Peanuts and a little bit of oil, grind until it looks like peanut butter.  I had always veered away from making my own peanut butter.  Not that it seems hard to make things, but because I have never been able to find diglycerides in the grocery store; and if something is going to take too much effort I’m not going to be as excited about doing it.

Now, determined to make my own peanut butter, I headed off to find peanuts.  Yes, at this point I could have saved a lot of energy and just bought a jar of peanut butter.  I was now doing the very thing I set out to avoid doing, going to the grocery store on a weekend.

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Got the two ingredients.  There was pouring, blending, and poof!  Peanut butter.    During my brief planning there was no thought of needing a jar for the stuff.  So I grabbed what I had, and not thinking ahead about volume, we now have a mug of peanut butter filled to the rim sitting in the fridge.

But it’s tasty, and I know what I’m eating.  Next stop: jam, or jelly, or preservatives… still don’t know the difference.