... this week anyway! All of the recalls and talk of salmonella is sad. Normally I'd be upset and dumping the peanut butter out of the cupboard. Not this time! We don't have any peanut butter. Last week I was once again mourning extra crunchy peanut butter. I wanted to eat a granny smith apple smothered in Jiff. This week, I'm thinking, "Peanut butter, who needs it?"
I hope Francie dumped her PB. Last time she was eating recalled Peter Pan until her son checked the jar and pitched it out. I guess I better email her. Off to save a friend from stomach cramps and, well, the rest of the unpleasant symptoms of salmonella poisoning.