I have a confession to make and I want all of you to swear you won’t tell my husband Martin about what I’m going to say. Here’s my secret: I sometimes have overwhelming cravings for peanuts. The reason this information is classified as top secret personal beeswax is that my beloved hubby is deathly allergic to peanuts. As a result I feel very guilty about my love for this and all other legumes. It just seems like a betrayal to relish a food that could kill my man. Truthfully, a better spouse would be able to swear peanuts off in the name of loyalty, but, regrettably, peanut butter is stronger than I. The more I forbid myself, the more I crave the stuff. (Apparently it only takes one acre of peanuts to make 30,000 peanut butter sandwiches and some days I think I could eat all 30,000 myself!)
The result of my peanut butter deprivation is deep-seeded guilt mingled with longing. In fact, When Martin is out of town I admit that I succumb to the occasional peanut butter binge followed by intensive, obsessive kitchen cleaning (the next peanut fest can happen in June when he goes diving in Newfoundland!). Likewise, when I travel alone for business, it isn’t the little bottles of booze in the mini bar that I find alluring. No, it’s the cocktail peanuts. I almost always eat them before I check out.
Since misery loves company, I was pleased to discover that I’m not alone. It turns out there’s a support group for people like me. It’s called the Peanut Butter Lover’s Club. And, in NYC (where they have at least one of everything) there’s an all peanut butter restaurant called Peanut Butter & Co. Sandwich Shop.
Is peanut butter your guilty pleasure? Or do crave something even more forbidden? Come on. Don’t be shy. You can tell me.