I have an overload of estrogen already. It's one of the many factors of my present inability to conceive. So over the last several months I've slowly been weeding out everything that has soy and soybeans and soybean oil in it. It's really hard, but each time I learn to make something from scratch, sans soybeans, I get a little thrill.
This week it was time for the great peanut butter purge. Our last jar was running out and I sadly read the Jif label for the 1000th time. There staring back at me, unblinkingly, was "hydrogenated vegetable (soybean) oil."
Yes, I know there are natural peanut butters. But I like JIF! I like PETER PAN! I like SKIPPY! I even like STORE BRAND PEANUT BUTTER!!!! I've tried Adam's Natural (with the two inch layer of oil on top) and can I just say, "blech"?! Give me smooth, creamy, and hydrogenated any day!
So in the bulk section of our grocery store this week, my husband saw a vat of plain roasted peanuts that you could grind right into a container. It was a pretty cool gadget so we gave it a spin.
*crank crank crank, grind grind grind, whirl*
Out came some pretty neat looking peanut butter.
That evening my husband brought me a graham cracker with our new peanut butter and some Nutella on it (I let him keep his Nutella -- a man's gotta have some things he likes).
"Oh my goodness, this is delicious!! I wonder if it's just the Nutella or if the peanut butter is really just this good?"
"No, it's the Nutella. The peanut butter tastes like chewed up peanuts."
"No it doesn't! This stuff is amazing."
He shrugged and I basked in the triumph of another step towards freedom from Sir Soybean.
This morning I tried some of the peanut butter on a spoon (the best way to eat it).
"BLECH!! This tastes like chewed up peanuts!"
Mr. Amazing smirked.
I added salt. "Now it tastes like chewed up salted peanuts." I added honey. "Chewed up salted peanuts with honey."
*sigh*
I so want to Skippy on down to the grocery and be back with a Jif.
