Jars of Steel

by Sarah on July 27, 2011 · 14 comments

For today’s What I Ate Wednesday* post, I would like to introduce all of Jenn‘s numerous followers to my jars of steel.
*Cue The Backstreet Boys: “Oh my God, we’re back again…”OK, maybe not a jar of steel exactly. But perhaps one of glass? Or even–in the case of some nut butters–plastic? Recently, this glass Mason jar has become very important to me. Not only as it a souvenir from my friend Katie’s wedding (that I probably wasn’t supposed to take), but it is perfect for leaving on the counter and reminding me to…Drink. More. Water.Every time I enter the kitchen I try to fill it up* and chug-a-lug-a-lug. And despite all previous attempts to use water as a cleansing source of holistic feel-good power, this time it’s actually kind of working.
*Truth be told, sometimes it’s my OTHER Mason jar. The Kerr one. Did you know that there are two official Mason jar makers?I realized over the past week or so that jars were being featured prominently in my life. Mostly, jars that once held nut butter.*
*Or in the case of the Biscoff you saw above, a spread made from cookies.For most people in the “healthy living blog” category–at least those with heavy emphasis on food–coming to the end of a nut butter jar means only one thing: oats in a jar.
For me, whose heavy emphasis on oats for an entire four years of her life has led her to abandon the grain for nearly a year, coming to the end of a nut butter jar means something different: YOGURT!You see, just as I am a bottom-feeder when it comes to tubs and the crumblies remaining the bottom of a box or a bag…I also love scraping the bottom of a jar. Oh how satisfying to get every last morsel of creamy goodness out of the recyclable if not reuseable jar! And oh how fun to EAT out of…and also quite easy to carry with you in the car.*
*Not so easy to eat out of in the car. Hopefully the Austin PD doesn’t see this.
As I mentioned above, the past week has featured a number of breakfasts that found their creatively constructed inspiration from the jars which were very near their end. [And if I told you I didn’t help them along a little bit by taking some out so I’d have the perfect amount in the bottom, I would be lying. And I would never lie to you.]I had a wee bit of Maranatha almond butter remaining, to which a mix of yogurt, peaches, and strawberries proved to be an excellent match.You can’t leave out cereal of course, so Special K (found abandoned in the storage closet [slash] extra pantry) and puffed rice added some crunch.
As you can see, it is very important to eat a little bit before running out the door. Unless you don’t care about spilling cereal in your car.*
*I bet you can probably guess where I stand on that issue.^

^In case you can’t…I don’t care.However, the perilous nature of construction and destruction makes this sort of breakfast (to which I will not even try to ascribe and acro-nickname) all the more enticing and interesting.Things are already exciting when you’ve got peanut butter, yogurt, Weetabix, and Trader Joe’s Country Pumpkin Spice Granola hanging out in a jar…but top it with blueberries and you’ve got a full-on ADVENTURE!

[Please note the berries and cereal that did not have the luck of remaining in the jar.]

Sometimes, you have to leave the house with incomplete construction. Vanilla Chai Yogurt* seemed like an interesting match with some sunflower seed butter, bananas, and mangos.
*Yes. I said it. Yes, you’ll get that recipe.And Goldie was more than happy to contain my cereal blend until I could get to work and finish eating.I tell you what, sitting in the breakroom, eating out a jar with a smiling Goldfish that you clearly redecorated with eyelashes will definitely lead to conversation. [Whether or not they think you’re crazy is how eloquently you explain your natural tendency to “view the world with childlike sensibilities.]Last, but not least, comes the jar from which dreams are made:
Because dreams are made of cookies. Cookies that taste like a cross between graham crackers and gingersnaps.
I’d eaten cookies for breakfast already this week…so what was eating a little cookie spread?
And I love peanut butter and graham crackers…and peanut butter gingerbread sounds like a REALLY good idea….so why not stir some peanut flour into the Greek yogurt, too?
Kix, puffed rice, and Apple Cinnamon Cheerios…
…all helped me remember why eating Greek yogurt with cereal–in all its sticky glory–is so much more fun than with “regular” yogurt.As I had some strawberries and cherries lying around, I diced some (and ate some…one to chop, one to eat, one to chop, one to eat).*
*Yes, I was too lazy to break out a cutting board, thankyouverymuch.
And as the jar was pretty much overflowing—but at least in a good, surplus and abundance-type way, not like a bad, taking-the-trash-out-is-annoying kind of way–I had to do a little packing.
Once I started stirring…
…of course there were a number of casualties.*
*All lost cereal goes to heaven. And by heaven, I mean my mouth.
But how YUMMY was this? Very.
Jars of steel. Jars of glass. Jars of plastic that should really not be called jars at all…I don’t care what type of jar you use, they are all screaming out to you: “No more oats in a jar! Forget that and get aboard the yogurt train!!!!”But please be sure you’ve got a super long spoon handy.They may not be jars of steel, exactly, but they might just be jars of life.*
*OK, no, not really. They won’t save your life. Well, unless you have one in your pocket and it deflects a bullet or something.

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