The other day, I had such a strong craving for peanut butter. At the time, it had felt like I haven’t had peanut butter since I was a child but in reality, I had it not so long ago at my friend’s house, slathered all over a piece of toasted bread, topped with slightly sweetened mango jam (drools). I knew for sure there would be no peanut butter in my fridge at home because it was considered a “luxury”, an added cost for something my mother thought no one could eat. When I asked her why, she thought peanut butter contained actual butter – therefore way too fattening and unhealthy for any one us. When I looked through the ingredients for peanut butter at the grocery store, it seemed simple enough – peanuts, sugar, and some form of oil to help bring it all together. An idea started to form in my head to just make homemade peanut butter. It would be so much more delicious, rustic, and I could make it to our preferences. I could also make damn sure that it was something that was safe for my brother to have.
So, peanuts were bought and stored away during the week. I had been busy, studying for a dreadful exam that was scheduled yesterday. After the exam, I just wanted to relax. Today, being my only free day, I set up all the ingredients and began to work:
- Raw peanuts (about 12 to 15 oz)
- Less than half a cup of honey
- Extra virgin olive oil – added according to the texture of the peanuts.
- I toasted the peanuts on the stove with just a little bit of oil – it didn’t take too long.
- After letting it cool, I first pulsed the peanuts in the blender to make it smaller then gradually started adding in the olive oil and the honey – tasting it along the way.
- When I was done with the first batch, I moved on the the second one
- That’s it.
As you can see, it is pretty simple to make. It does not look fancy at all – I would call it rustic. A certain friend of mine will compare it to something very repulsive. But all in all, it was so good. I wish I was exaggerating but something about warm, fresh, homemade peanut butter makes all the difference!
Again…it doesn’t look appetizing – but then again, neither does store-brought peanut butter.
I had it my favorite way – slathered on toasted and drizzled with a bit of honey. My mother’s exclamation: “It’s better than the butter you buy from the store!”
I’m sure my brother will be happy. Then he’ll make it magically disappear by chowing it all down before anyone else really had a chance to eat it.
So go ahead, indulge in this simple pleasure!