One morning not too long ago I reached into the silverware drawer for a large spoon with which to eat my healthy breakfast. But there were none. “What happened to all the big spoons?” I asked myself. Then I remembered. The peanut butter binge.
For some reason over the previous couple of days, I had been engaged in a rampant love affair with my newly opened jar of natural peanut butter. This was not my usual dalliance of a smear on an apple. This was a full-blown co-dependent relationship. Spoon in jar; peanut butter on spoon; spoon and peanut butter in mouth. And my former portion control with the delectable spread seemingly had vanished and I gave in to the craving for more. And more. Which required a clean spoon over and over again. Because even though I am the only one who eats the natural PB in our house, I am still not a double (or triple or quadruple) dipper!
So there you have it – mystery of the vanishing spoons solved. Someone, who shall remain nameless, used them for repeated forages into the peanut butter jar. And somehow over the course of a couple of days, the jar became empty. Now I wonder how that happened?
So it seems that my previously healthy love affair with peanut butter has evolved into something unsavory (which is a bit of an oxymoron since the offending food item is quite savory indeed). There is an as-yet unopened jar in my pantry. I think I will let it stay that way for a while. Until I am quite sure that the PB has loss some of its grip on me. Until I believe that it can once again hold a special place in my heart without holding hostage to my cravings. Until then, I will abstain from all nut butters, because I have a suspicion the the spoons would have also vanished if the jar contents had said “almond.”
Have you ever experienced anything similar? Mysterious disappearances? Seemingly self-emptying food containers? Food love affairs gone amuck?