I have no idea how it started, but my brother and I are convinced that the first schmear of peanut butter tastes the best. For as long as I can remember, we have fought over the top of a new jar of peanut butter. At a recent family gathering, I learned that my cousins fight over the top of the jar, too.
We’ve passed this knowledge to our children, as a sacred belief of our people. So, they all fight to be the first to open a new jar and get the first spoonful. One of my children, in fact, has been known to break into a new jar, even when there is still plenty in the open jar, just to get the top layer of peanutty goodness.
Yesterday, I baked two fresh loaves of bread.
As if that is not delightful enough, I beat my 21-year-old son, the Hole We Pour Food Into, to the fresh-from-the-grocery-store new jar of peanut butter.
It made my whole day.
What is something ridiculous that delights you?
Sick Pilgrim 