Rain, track pants, and a new book on my Kobo made for the laziest Sunday EVER. After a whirlwind week of 5am wake-ups, I embraced a weekend void of plans like a long-lost friend. Although peppered with outings--a busy Costco shop and a trip to the gym--we, for the most part, savoured our weekend from the comfort of our home. I'm not ashamed to admit it--it's moments like this that we'll miss one day. Between episodes of lounging about in a perceivably boring manner, I managed to create for us an excitement of sorts: A new culinary quest!
I decided to make use of the allergen-free Peanut Butter in our fridge--a purchase my roommate made on a whim. I was a little weirded out by it--I mean it looked like Peanut Butter, it smelled like what I imagined Peanut Butter to smell like, and it had that same thick consistency. It resembled my worst nightmare in a jar, but it was made of soy and boasted to be gluten, peanut, egg & dairy-free. I tried a bit on my finger and needless to say, I survived the ordeal and it was actually quite delicious.
Naturally, I have never had the opportunity to bake with Peanut Butter before, so my expertise was limited and my imagination thin. After some quick creative thinking, we ended the weekend on a surprisingly effective sweet note--Granny Smith apple sandwiches with soy butter, raisins & chocolate chips!
I have no idea if this stuff really does compare to authentic Peanut Butter, but for me it added just the right hint of adventure to an otherwise blissfully uneventful weekend.