One of the things that has plagued me upon my return to Italy is a vain search for “regular” peanut butter around where we live (ok, maybe a bit dramatic, but you’ve got to admit that “plagued” is a word that we should use more often). Amy and I brought with us a couple of jars of JIF Peanut Butter (I’m not going to reveal if it’s creamy or chunky, those fights get as heated as Mac or PC) and every time we give in to the “easy snack” temptation that it is, every scoop from the jar is a reminder that it will not last forever. Oh, and good luck finding it somewhere else.
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