Okay. So I may
have gone a little crazy.
When cutting
out all these various foods, I may have expanded my love for certain food
groups a tad too much. Well, okay, maybe not ENTIRE food groups… More along the
lines of just one, extremely tasty, heavenly, sweet, savory, delectable food
item known around the world.
Peanut butter.
As a child,
peanut butter was my alternate option for protein. A good scoop of peanut
butter got me out of eating chicken, beef, fish, the oh so dreaded pork chop,
and other proteins my mother tried so diligently to get me to like that I
rejected. It was also used for those out of control blood sugar drops.
Hannah starts
crashing? Crying and fighting due to need of food? Stick a spoonful of peanut
butter in her mouth, that’ll shut her up!
It was like a
magical food.
Peanut butter
was my Golden Ticket.
Now, in my
late teens/early adulthood, peanut butter is a main staple in my diet. I’ll be honest;
it’s probably half the reason for all the strange comments and looks I receive
daily.
Okay, maybe
not the peanut butter ITSELF. But most likely my strange obsession with it, or
all the odd things I pair with it.
Though it
could also be the sheer amount that I consume daily…
My mom asked
me a few days ago, “Have you checked the toxicity level of peanut butter?”
Like I said
before, when I’m creating my own dishes, experimenting with food, it’s where I
can go and just totally be myself. It’s not the only place; however, it’s
definitely one of my top escapes.
Coming up with
tasty dishes that I can freely enjoy without subsequent repercussions from
either my blood sugar or my stomach… It’s like… Words cannot describe.
Those who are
reading this and dealing with any food restrictions know what I’m talking
about.
Peanut butter
replaces cheese, meat proteins in some meals still, and I use it in various
sauces I’ve concocted. It’s an all around necessity in my kitchen.
Peanut butter
is even the deciding choice for what friend I’ll stay with during the Zombie
Apocalypse. I had three offers, I told them each, whoever is willing stock
enough peanut butter (that is, if enough peanut butter could be stocked
to keep me satisfied) will be able to have my darling presence during that
horrific time. (Surprisingly, it narrowed my options quite nicely.)
Yes, I’ll
admit, peanut butter isn’t exactly the best for those watching their fat
intake. Yet for a girl needing help to keep up her weight, with a diet low in
proteins and magnesium and the “good” fats, peanut butter remains my golden
ticket to this day.
It’s a weird and wacky world I’ve created through my diet, but as long
as the normal world never stops producing peanuts, I’ll be happy.
