I love Skippy peanut butter. I once tried to be a better person and switch to one of those fresh, organic, peanut-only products. I hated it but figured it was a matter of training my palette. It never worked, and I reverted back to my Skippy ways. I mean, it's so smooth and...well...satisfying. I love peanut butter and could really INDULGE in it, scooping a big spoonful straight from the jar to my mouth.

The obsession seemed to start after I had two kids, each with a peanut allergy. The food that I liked suddenly became off-limits. With distance came passion. Peanut butter become, it seemed, more desirous because it was now taboo. For years, I kept peanuts out of the house, and then slowly, as their allergies seem to weaken, I sneaked it in, hiding a jar of Skippy on a high pantry shelf. The girls have now outgrown their allergy to peanuts, but Skippy remains my mistress...the love of my life...which was why I was so pleasantly surprised to find that my homemade peanut butter kind of tasted like Skippy. Yay! To you, this may not be a compliment, but to me this is near-perfection.