I love peanuts, particularly peanuts seasoned in the shell (the hotter, the better). But my doctor tells me they may be contributing to my tendency toward diverticulitis. So, Mrs. Paco decided to make peanut butter out of the peanuts. It's delicious, but shelling the peanuts is a tedious job.
This guy may have invented something I can actually use.
Apropos of nothing, we discovered some time ago that our dog is allergic to peanut butter. I may have told this story before, but peanut butter (in treats or anything) makes her itch uncontrollably. Mr. H loves peanut butter, and I like it okay, but we find ourselves eating less of it simply because we can't stand the begging.
ReplyDeleteDaisy tends to have allergies, but she's ok with peanut butter; in fact, it's what we typically use to get her to take her medicine.
ReplyDeleteMy last idiot dog, a Belgian shepherd, loved peanut butter. If I left a jar out when I left the house he'd get the lid off an lick the entire jar clean, often except for a little dab in the very center of the bottom.
ReplyDeleteWhen he got older I had to give him anti-biotics, he hated pills. It was a pain, so I started crushing them and putting them in peanut butter.
After a week or so of that he refused all peanut butter, even without pills.
I always felt a little bad about that, I took one of his joys from him.
Eh, at least he still had McD's cheeseburgers, his very favoritest food.
He loved the whole experience, the driving up, the ordering, the getting closer to the window with the wonderful smells, the getting of the bag, the occasional fresh fries if the window person wasn't terrified of a wolf/bear hybrid.
V: Is that the same dog that ate one of the doors in your home? I'm exaggerating, but I do recollect that you posted one or more photos on your blog of a door that looks as if it had been pretty badly mauled.
ReplyDeleteWhat a splendid fellow he was! I enjoyed reading your comments about him.
Yeah, same 'tard dog.
ReplyDeleteHe had more personality than most people.
I got him at the pound and they thought he was a chow, I didn't realize he was possibly a pure-bred Belgian til he was 12 or so.
The book on Belgians is that you "shouldn't try to impose your will" on them.
It was an interesting 14 years. He was always trying to pass me on the alpha dog totem pole.
He did look a little wolfish, as I recall.
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