For the return of Freaky Friday
, I have an issue I need to address:
You see, my cuckoo culinary compatriots,
the whole “eating out of jars” obsession I’ve got going on
is getting a little bit out of control.
Sure it’s cool when you get excited about reaching the end of the nut butter jar……and you get to make your breakfast [to go!] inside of it.[Is it also weird that sometimes I think frozen berries thawed overnight are even MORE delicious in their syrupy deliciousness than fresh ones?*]
*Note to self: discuss on a future Freaky Friday.
And while the satisfaction of scraping out the very last drips and drops might be freaky and unnatural for most…
…I mean, in the long run and to the common population, it’s probably forgiveable.
But, whereas cereal and yogurt makes a whole lot of sense—
–hot oatmeal + plastic “jars” is probably not the smartest of plans I’ve ever had.
BPA be darned![Please note that I did not learn my lesson the first time...and continued to use plastic "jars" for oatmeal. If I get 'crazy sexy cancer' any time soon(er or later), you will know why.]
I’m sorry Cameron Diaz, but I have to say “forget Mary” on this one, because there’s something about a jar
So transportable! So efficient!
So much foodie ‘freak flag flying’ fun!
Even after the BPA-infused melting experience(s), I didn’t think there was a problem. Sure, I glimpsed a hint that things had gotten worse when I started carrying around a jar of chopped dates* in my purse.
*Seriously, y’all..these little babies covered in oat flour from bulk bins? Amazing.
Or that I had so many jars I wanted to save I filled them with random food items and transported them with me from Texas, just because I didn’t want to leave them behind.
[There are more.]
Frantically searching the cabinets at my aunt’s house to find out what had happened to the peanut butter jar I’d brought with me, finished, and then run through the dishwasher? OK, we were getting a little freakier.But really? Well, the whole “eating out of jars” thing isn’t all that strange.It’s really just good fortune: “Hooray! I’ve got just enough nut butter left to eat with my breakfast! Aren’t I lucky?”
But when you take out all of your nut butter jars…
…and measure out the ‘buttahs’ so that you can purposefully have the experience of scraping the sides and bottom with your breakfast?
I think that—well, I think THAT is when you know you’ve got a problem.
M.Y.O.N.E.J: Make Your Own (Nearly) Empty Jar
The wave of the freaky foodie future?