I have plebeian tastes when it comes to peanut butter. Of course, my breakfast food staple is Vegemite, naturally, but occasionally I feel like something different.
We have all this boutique and organic and nothing but nuts, all natural, just a little sea salt, and handcrafted, high in protein, no added anything and nuts that were only picked after a full moon by virgins from the north side of the tree.
But, do you know what, I like the good old everyday Bega (apparently it hasn’t been Kraft for 3 years) Peanut butter.
Like all the great philosophers, Sunday is just the kind of day for such contemplation. Sunday breakfast is especially good for such thought. I'm sure so many of the world's great problems have been contemplated over Sunday brekky.
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