Spoon food
Grandma had the best peanut butter.
It came in huge tubs; 5 lbs., I think. But as a young grandchild hefting them with the attached handle took real focus. Shedd’s. With colorful, albiet blocky, panels of children playing across the curved plastic surface. I remember peeling the lid and seeing the oil on the top. “Ew!” I would say, only to have grandma stir it up into a paste more representative of peanut butter.
As an adult, I’ve bought higher-end peanut butters — brands you didn’t have to stir. But none is like the peanut butter grandma had. Somehow, having to use a spoon instead of a knife makes it taste better. I’m sure if Grandma Ruth were here today, she could explain it to my cynical, modern self.