About the Peanut Butter Soup, Who Knew?

Linda said she was going to make it. Her son loves peanut butter.

I said, "But peanut butter soup? Did you see the picture of that stuff?"

"Yes. I'm going make it today. You know I loved the root beer float cupcakes. Keep posting those recipes."

I may, because I find them not appealing. I'm sure she knows I post them to ridicule them.

In fact, Ann and I did ridicule the peanut butter soup recipe, especially the part that calls for cinnamon or celery salt, like they are the same. Ha!

Yesterday, Callis mentioned going home and having a peanut butter sandwich because his wife will be at her mother's. And he was happy about it--the sandwich.

So I told him about the peanut butter soup and was about to engage in some ridicule when he said, "I would love that."

"What?"

"I love peanut butter. Anything peanut butter."

"Yeah, but soup?"

"Yes, I'd like to make it."

"Wow."

"Do you like Nutella?" he asked.

"It's okay."

"I love that stuff," said another woman in his office. "Take a graham cracker," she said, "spread peanut butter on it, then Nutella on top of that. It's wonderful."

"Even I would like that, I think, because I like peanut butter on graham crackers." That was me talking. But I don't know if anyone heard because Callis was excited to tell this next part.

"Every night I take a spoon, and not a little spoon, a big one, and I swirl it around in the jar of peanut butter until it's full of peanut butter. Then I swirl it around in the jar of Nutella. Then I take it upstairs and eat it while I'm reading."

This is serious with him. He said every night. That's EVERY NIGHT.

"We have two jars of Nutella open at a time," he went on. "One is for the family. The other is Dad's. It's the one with traces of peanut butter in it."

"What kind of peanut butter?"

"Doesn't matter. Skippy or Western Family or Maranatha or Kirkland or Adams. I just love peanut butter."

I was starting to understand.