My kitchen is my happy place. (I’m sure you never would have guessed, right?)
It is my dominion: a place where I have sole control over what happens. A place where I feel confident and ready to take on anything.
Except when little mishaps occur. And they occur. I like to think that I’m very calm and gracious in the face of adversity, and in some environments (like my job) I somehow manage to pull it off.
Sadly though, when they happen in the kitchen, I turn into a mess of anxious energy that somehow manages to do everything except solve the problem rationally. Running around the kitchen on the verge of tears has yet to be a solution to anything.
So while I was in the middle of whipping up this amazing peanut butter and totally destroyed my food processor, I tried to remain calm. I really did. But making peanut butter is one of those processes wherein doing it by hand really doesn’t work. Thankfully, the butter was far enough along that I didn’t have to lug out my mortar and pestle. I’m okay with chunky peanut butter, but I think that would have taken it a little too far.
I did have to blend in the white chocolate by hand though, and wound up with random bits scattered throughout the peanut butter. (Which actually turned out to be a delicious surprise.)
There are few things better than homemade peanut butter. Wholesome, simple and delicious, it’s like a jar full of sunshine and white chocolate. Keeping a little container in my bag is my mid week pick-me-up. Join me, won’t you?
One Year Ago: Salted Caramel Chocolate Mousse
Adapted from How Sweet It is