Let's face it. I'm a peanut butter addict. If I were told tomorrow I'd never be able to eat pb again, life would be over as I know it. For the past several years, this has been my breakfast. Hot cocoa, (now made with almond milk) and an english muffin with ample amounts of peanut butter melted and dripping on top. Dipped in the hot cocoa, melting into my drink. For this reason, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. No other breakfast fare comes close, or is acceptable. I ran out of my peanut butter two days ago. Not to fret, Ken was going shopping in the middle of the night,(if you read my blog you know this is Ken's favorite thing to do and my least.) and assured me I'd have my beloved butter for breakfast. So when I got up yesterday, anticipating my morning delight, I was mortified to see that Ken had indeed not gone to the store, and I had NO peanut butter!!
I ended up eating egg and toast. My least favorite. I can't even explain how not having my dream breakfast effected my day! I was in a terrible mood, I guess you'd say peanut butter withdraws. I went after breakfast and bought a jar. Guess what I had for lunch!? And Ken? He came back from his shopping trip with extra jars. I'm set!
