Every one has their little anal things. Things that crank up the old OCD. One of mine is peanut butter. I like to be the first person who uses a new jar. Jam never touches the peanut butter in the jar. That means making a sandwich....peanut butter first. It's just me.
So I had a brand new jar of peanut butter. It was sitting in the back of the curio cabinet that is being used for food storage. I knew it was there. The longer it stays unopened the better for me. We are trying to keep an eye on carbs and I just love peanut butter and jam sandwiches. I made it through the holidays and did not make the peanut blossom cookies I like.
And then I just had to have a sandwich. Get out my bread and go for the peanut butter. As I am lifting the jar from the back I realize it doesn't weigh enough. As that is sinking into my brain I realize I can see where there has been scraping against the jar. Oy. So half the jar is gone. From top to bottom. Like someone takes a knife and sticks it all the way in and then brings out a big knife full of it. The jar is old enough and been opened long enough that it has lost something. Made a very disappointing sandwich.
Now my rule is, if it is downstairs and in the mix it is to be shared. So that it got used is not an issue. But why, oh why, would someone open it and put it back behind all the other unopened food in that cabinet? And I assume it wasn't just one use, but it may have been. Had I known it was opened earlier I would have made that sandwich at that time. Guess I am letting that go and don't plan on buying anymore anytime soon.
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