When I unpacked the boxes in the kitchen, I realized that in my travels I had either packed or acquired twelve different nut butters (including one coco-nut butter, and two canisters of not-quite-peanut butter PB2.)
(Obviously you need three different flavors of PB&Co.–the cravings for each are so mood-based, you know. And why choose between crunchy or creamy Trader Joe’s raw almond butter, when you could just have both???)
Oh, and two travel packs of Justin’s almond butter.
And did I mention the plethora of Biscoff samples?
Let’s just say it’s a good thing the kitchen was pretty empty, because the nut butters have their own shelf.
I am nut ashamed.
(Just somenut crazy.)