I have discovered that I love crunchy peanut butter. This is a recent discovery for the sole reason that I only buy smooth. Why, you ask? Because, that’s what I ate growing up. That’s what my mother bought then, therefore, that’s what’s in my house now…that is until about a week ago when I had a spoonful at a friend’s house.

Crazy, huh? What have I been missing all these years. I wonder how many other “pre-conditioned” products there are in my house.

I read a story once about this woman who had visited a friend on a Sunday after church. She was in the kitchen preparing a roast. After some idle banter, the woman noticed her friend had cut two inches off the end of the roast and placed it in a bowl. Curious, the woman asked what was the purpose. “I don’t know. My mother always did it this way.”

The obvious conclusion was to make a call and find out once and for all.

Turns out, mom’s roasting pan was a small one an didn’t accommodate a full roast, therefore, she cut some off and put it in a bowl for stew later on in the week.