Crunchy

In August when we went to the mountains we stopped at the Ingles supermarket to pick up groceries. Happy to have just picked up Natalie at the airport and excited to get to our mountaintop rental, I accidentally picked up a small thing of crunchy -- not smooth -- peanut butter.

But of course I took it home and, when we had finished the thing of smooth we had in Chapel Hill, I worked through it over time. Seeing that we were nearing the end, I picked up a large thing of peanut butter at Harris Teeter last week.

But when I opened it this morning to make my breakfast PBJ (I think yall see where we are going with this) I discovered, much to my chagrin, that once more in my haste or inattention to detail I had bought crunchy. So now I have a bunch to eat up. Such is life. Rather than flagellate myself I'll just have to eat it because, of course, I can't give it away and I can't throw it away. I may just have to make some peanut butter chocolate chip cookies to accelerate its consumption.