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my new favorite product

A few weeks ago my mother-in-law introduced me to her favorite peanut butter:
crunchy honey roasted

It was very sweet, and absolutely delicious. I immediately assumed that meant it was extra fattening. Nevertheless, I bought a jar for my husband who likes crunchy peanut butter. (I'm a creamy girl, unless I'm cooking with it and then I like the nuts.) This past week while buying me a new jar of creamy peanut butter, I tried out the kind that is 33% less sugar and salt, and it was absolutely horrible. I can assure you, the only thing it will be used for is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But as I'm putting the jar back into the pantry, I decided to make myself feel better about eating something that wasn't all that great, and I checked the calorie content. Not bad, I thought. 190 calories for 2 T of pb. It's 40 calories less than the regular. And to make myself feel even better, I checked the honey roasted crunchy stuff, which is super duper sweet. 190 calories for 2 T of pb. WHAT?!?!?!?! I even triple checked the numbers.
Needless to say, when all the jars of pb are emptied, I will be replacing them with honey roasted crunchy pb even if it does cost more. I mean, if I'm going to be consuming the same amount of calories whether it tastes good or bad, you better believe I'm grabbing for the sweet, savory stuff.
Bring on the honey!

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Lydia said…
ooooo....I love when friends tell me about new products...and we are a PB lovin' family:)

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