organic crunchy peanut butter
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I've been changing my mind about my local grocery store. When I discovered that there was a drug counter hidden away in the middle (immediately adjacent to a part of the store I'd visited a dozen times prior) I began to realize that there was more to it than I'd first realized. Then today knowing I had four loaves of bread to get through and not even any margarine, I decided to check out the jams. And lo and behold, there was organic crunchy peanut butter. Now, it cost so much for its tiny size I assume it was hand-made by a team of lawyers or was retrieved from the tomb of a pharaoh. Or am I thinking of honey.
And I bought it with my new prepaid credit card, which went without a hitch.