There are a lot of foods that I never ate growing up that I suddenly started eating in college because of lack of time and general laziness – peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ants on a log, and my personal favorite, peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I guess there is just something about peanut butter that attracts hungry, stressed youths like moths to a flame.
I didn’t like peanut butter as a kid. That’s a mild way of putting it – I hated it. It was the mouthfeel that I couldn’t stand, that stickiness that coated every inch of your mouth. I vividly remember one day in elementary school when I ordered a peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch out of morbid fascination. PB&J sandwiches were all anybody ate back then, so I decided to try it and see what all the hullabaloo was. I took one bite and threw it in the trash and went hungry the rest of the day. It was around that same time when we were reading Shel Silverstein in class and we got to the poem about the king who ate a peanut butter sandwich and got his mouth stuck shut for 20 years. That poem was what really sealed the deal for me. I’m not exaggerating when I say I spent the first half of my life terrified that peanut butter would glue my mouth shut.
I’m happy to say that I know better now and go through jars of peanut butter at an alarming rate to make up for lost time. I’m content to eat it straight out of the jar with a spoon, but I do occasionally like to put some work into how I consumer peanut butter, like this decadent peanut butter cake with chocolate ganache and peanut butter frosting.
One of my coworkers also adores peanut butter, so for her last day at work, I brought in this cake along with some cupcakes. She loved them, so I’d say my relationship with peanut butter – from hatred to love, bordering on obsession – has finally come full circle.
Ohio has some pretty great things – Grandpa’s Cheese Barn, the Lebanon Mason Monroe Railroad, Meadowlark Restaurant, and Buckeyes. I’m not talking about the tree, or the football team, I’m talking about the candy. Buckeye candies aren’t anything extraordinary – they’re basically a Reese’s with more peanut butter – but they’re still pretty delicious and adorable.
These marshmallows. THESE MARSHMALLOWS.
Okay, back up. So after I made those vanilla marshmallows, I got really excited and bought the book. It’s incredible and I highly recommend it, and that’s coming from someone who doesn’t usually buy specialty cookbooks. I’m already planning March (Marshmallow) Madness, mainly because the book has a blank bracket for you to fill out, so this is totally going to be a thing.
Back to these marshmallows. They are crazy addictive, as in, I’m going to force myself to bring these in to work tomorrow so that I don’t eat them all.