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but really i wanted to eat the whole jar. i used to hate that stuff and now i love it. has anyone ever actually eaten a whole lot of peanut butter at one sitting? i'm fantasizing about it. i must be approaching pms. |
was this chunky peanut butter? normally I like stuff to have little bits in it (like pulpy orange juice) but I just hate those little peanuts. |
i think the kind with the bits in it is ok, but creamy is just fine with me. i have to stop thinking about peanut butter. |
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MMM, peanut butter and horseradish sandwiches... |
Also, put peanut butter on a dog's nose. That's good for at least fifteen minutes of fun. Repeat. |
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Good advice for any situation. |
"Man cannot live on bread alone. He must also have peanut butter." My dad is very wise. |
from the cabinet, and one which I had earlier in the day in the other room, set on the floor and one of the hounds licked spotlessly clean because it had contained Dreyers Mandarin Orange Sherbet. Next to where the dishes were waiting, one clean and one cleaned, there was a serving of applesauce in a large stock pot resting on the stove. My husband had arisen early this morning to make applesauce to take to his Mom's birthday party in San Francisco. I think she is about 200 today, and in a comma, yes I said comma. I decided to eat the applesauce remainder, and scooped it up. Then I didn't know which dish was which. And I didn't even care. Ate the applesauce with some ginger and Cool Whip, and still don't care. Upon the advise of Others, took some Stresstabs this morning which I never do, not believing in the vitamin supplement thing because I have a perfectly adequate diet. Until recently, when it has been heavy on the Dreyer's. Threw up the Stresstab. Now I know how to puke at will, in case I start getting too heavy to blow over in the wind. Markus, I just knew you would get it. if I don't write in the little box, it comes out all unjustified. seems apropos somehow. |
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of course, it's uncomfortable for him, she being the Family Mom and all. |
i love the shit though. go through 3lbs every two weeks. maybe. but i hate that adams shit. and i hate tacoma. |
we're out of peanut butter. this makes working at home not as fun. i might have to run down to the corner store. i always eat peanut butter with my fingers. also salad. i have smallish hands so the my middle finger never quite reaches the bottom of the jar. it's sad. in fact, i like to eat nearly everything with my fingers except soup. except when i'm out to eat and trying to mind my manners. salad gets me every time though. and peanut butter. agh. |
Last night I embarrassed myself by eating three stalks of broccoli with my fingers before I could catch myself. I only noticed when the waiter asked if there was anything wrong with my fork. |
knives are handy, though. once i found myself with a bag of chocolate chips and a jar of peanut butter. i poured the chips out onto a plate (not a bowl, they need a firm base underneath them) and scooped a dollop of p.b. onto a butter knife, tacked a chip onto it with a tap of the knife (p.b. is very adhesive) and popped it into my mouth. i sat through an entire 2-hour movie doing this. |
my friend's mom will eat a bag of chocolate during a movie when she has pms. then she gets sick i don't like chocolate |
i like chocolate just fine, but i never buy it. |
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you can't find chocolate chips of any kind in europe. well, maybe in the american section of a large store in a large city. that's where they keep the peanut butter and maple syrup. cookies are an american thing. over there you can get wafers or biscuits or maybe even oreo-type sandwich cookies, but you can't find chocolate chips or oatmeal raisins or snickerdoodles or peanut butters or anything like that. pity. |
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I only like peanut butter in biscuits. I make a mean peanut butter choccy biccy. And an awesome Moro-bar muffin. |
Cheez-its Chocolate the holy trinity |
tons o energy, don't use it and you get fat. but still good |
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Every one praise the name of George Washington Carver! |
on toast. the words "on toast" go well with nearly anything peanutbutter. |
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Artichokes and parmesan and basil and moderate garlic and light onions creamed into a spread (lots of artichokes, and leave out some chunks to spread in after the rest of the schmear is otherwise smoothe) on toasted baguette with prosciutto and green leaf and canteloupe slices. |
THAT might merit some slices of those cherry peppers. |
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french fried p.b. sandwich- melt butter in a skillet. make a p.b. sandwich. mix 1 egg and milk and pour in a saucer. dip sandwich in mixture and fry in butter. sprinkle with powdered sugar. others were - p.b., mayo, bananas (he was a diabetic; his mother told me about a time when he was a kid where he stuffed all those ingedients into a syringe to mix it for a sandwich); p.b., tomato, bacon, pickles in various combinations. |
baby corn? OF COURSE!!!!!!!!! |
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that was back in high-school and was (i think) the result of long-term chronic kaya consumption. i should whip one up when i get home and see if i can still choke it down. you sick fuck. |
I gues that just goes to show - Babies were meant to be eaten. "Get in Mah Bellaigh!" |
when i was a kid my step-sis and i layered potato chips on our sloppy joe sandwiches. and it was DA BOMB. but then again, i am from the midwest. |
There's a place in Pittsburgh, Primanti's, where they put your french fries in your sandwich. My little brother's favorite sandwich used to be (it makes me sick to even think about it) ketchup and swiss cheese on white bread. |
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that does it. i'm going home for lunch and on the way i'm stopping at the store and getting a jar of peanutbutter. i'll eat the whole damn thing right in front of the syrup cam too! my god do i have pms or what. the progesterone is making me want to eat 24-7. i didn't have it this bad last month. whooo daddy. watch it. |
I'm not sure I want to say this...but...I hate peanut butter. Can't stand the stuff. Oh well. I like chocolate. |
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Fine. Indeed. Though not, as is clear, about *legumes*. |
top bun, bottom bun, condiments, meat. |
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EAT ROASTED HONEY NUT SKIPPY, DAMMIT. i've never run into a more despicable bunch of point-and-click wankers in my life. you should all be ashamed. and then sterilized. |
today's refrain in "eat hot fuck". we seek each day to become less annoying to the great swine. (eat hot fuck) our trials and tribulations become nothing when the infinite wisdom of swine is applied to our daily lives. (eat hot fuck) we shall endevor to drink beer, smoke kaya, and fuck little redheads with tight asses. (eat hot fuck) we shall eat roasted huney nut skippy, dammit. (eat hot fuck) |
fuck swine. |
now please join me in the profession of faith. we believe in swine, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth; and in eat hot fuck, His copyrighted catch phrase, our guiding light; Who was conceived by the swine, born of the rockhard stungun of love, suffered under the misuse of morons, was copyrighted, but continued to be used unlicensed. He descended into the court of law; the third day He arose the unholy chambers; He ascended into great wealth and power, situated above the total worth of even the mormons; from thence swine shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the rockhard stungun of love, the Holy Church of Swine, the communion of eat hot fuck, he forgiveness of nothing, you fuck, the restitution of damages resulting from copyright infringement, and of the body and tight ass of little redheaded chicks. Amen. |
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i always thought it was *your* head that was stuck up nate's ass. |
amen. |
*NOPE*.......but I am sure yours will fit once he's done....... |
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so far dogs and sexual favors haven't arisen from the peanut butter discussion, I am thankful. |
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why do we always have to talk about nate's rectum? |
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i had a hotdog with peanutbutter on it the other night. it signifiganty changed the qualities of both the hotdog and the peanutbuter. i don't know what "signifiganty" means. i think it's a type of ship. |
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Bring it on, oath boy. |
The funny thing about the Police was thatas a group, they were awesome, and as solo artists, all pretty much sucked. Now if that isn't an example of synergy, I don't know what is. |
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Sem: the Police were cool. They had a sense of humor, they had chemistry, they wrote some damn good songs. Sting has a good ear for melody and a willingness to experiment, which are good things. He has too written some good songs. But I prefer the Police, because they weren't as full of themselves. |
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You're a nice boy, but occasionally you say really dumbassed things. Gee likes Sting better. I've actually had to be restrained from injuring my mom's tv when his smirky "i can't edit my own over-writing" face was on SNL. What a shitbird. Anyway, Andy Taylor did some nice stuff with Fripp (I like it, SHUT UP) and Stewart Copeland has begun to dabble in scoring films. Only Sting sucks post-Police. |
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Not to digress, but today is National Peanut Butter Day. Carry on. |
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except it was turkey. and it was last night. |
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National Peanut Butter Day? Why don't I have the day off then? Dammit! |
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i can make thai peanut sauce. is it really Peanut Butter Day? my god that is beautiful. perhaps i'll make Cream of Peanut Butter soup. or just finish off that jar when i get home tonight. oh boy, i already can't wait!! also: http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Alley/5169/index2.html |
today's food obsession: green peppericinis. small, green, spicy, vinegarie poppers of love. if i thought my stomach would agree, i'd eat a whole jar. |
watch out for the juice. you don't want it to squirt you in the eye when you bite into it. cuz if that happened, you'd have to stop typing and cry out in your cubicle and then run to the bathroom with your hand covering your eye, which you are sure is probably bleeding by now, it stings so bad, and even though you barely wear any make-up at all, you know that whatever was on your eye is npw running all down your face and you have another four hours left at work and you don't have any saline solution in a little eye dropper sitting around on your desk or anything. so just be careful. |
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on toast. oh my god. |
you know what's really fucking good? italian hot (NOT sweet) pepper salad...on anything. |
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of *course* theoretically speaking. i don't, like, work in a cubicle. |
sheesh. and no, i had no fucking clue how to spell pepperoncinis or whatever. but now i will never ever forget. |
pickled jalpenos and carrots with a peanutbutter and jelly on toast is about as close to nirvana you can come after a bongload. or before. or during. or whatever goddamnit off my dilznik. |
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