I don’t know how, but I managed to make it through an entire day without peanut butter.
Thought to be a gastronomical impossibility, a peanut butter addict was able to quit for an entire day. I don’t know how people with real addictions — alcohol, drugs, sex — can quite something they love; something they need. Granted, their addiction could kill them, but I still wonder where their strength to quit comes from.
Thank god my addiction to peanut butter won’t kill me. Unless I somehow develop a peanut allergy, in which case I would kill myself because what’s the point of living without that sweet and salty concoction.
Now, I’m off to celebrate my victory with a few friends. Maybe we can find some peanut butter beer (yes, it’s legit).