With every bite
Moustache hairs join in delight
Peanut butter clings
Round things are the best things but even the best are made better, when draped in peanut butter.
Fat, salt, and nutty delight in every bite.
But there is no perfect vehicle. Whether it's a spoonful from a jar or spread thin across gluten-free toast, there is a passenger for whom this spells utter chaos.
The moustachioed fellow.
There can never be too many tissues for him.
Each bite is a dance with delight and disaster, but it's a dance worth having.
In many ways, the disaster is endearing. Maybe not to his audience, nor to the stained glassware that wears it, but it's the mark of an experience.
All good things leave a mess.
A peanut butter smoothie.
A peanut butter cookie.
A peanut butter and apple crumble.
A relationship.
A job.
Each of these, in its own way, represents a blend of the mundane and the profound, the sweet and the chaotic.
The remnants of these experiences, unlike the peanut butter, cannot be so easily washed away with soap and water.
No, for some, it takes time.
Many tissues may be stained with salt — not from the peanut — but the effort is worth it. If only for the moments savored between each bite.
It was a struggle to relate peanut butter to my current career and relationship strife. I know what I wanted to say but I didn’t know how I wanted to say it.
Was it about risk vs reward? Frustration and fulfilment?
In the end I know only that its a mess. A mess I like.
Like when I have peanut butter on a bagel at my favorite cafe.
All the things before me left a mess. If they didn’t, I don’t think I’d remember them.