Poor old peanut butter. Everybody’s got a hate on it these days. But peanut butter has been a friend to me for so many years, I’m sticking by it, salmonella or no salmonella.
I even went so far as to eat a full tablespoonful of the stuff yesterday, and luckily survived my fit of loyalty.
Why this reckless attitude? Because peanut butter has made it so much easier to survive parenthood (easy lunches) and marriage (one food item my husband can prepare for himself) and also it tastes great with apples.
So I’m holding on to my pro-P.B. position, and in that spirit, I suggest you try Santa Cruz Organic Dark-roasted P.B. (creamy style). It’s awesome, and I’m thinking (perhaps foolishly, since I’m a little foggy on which products are actually more likely to contain rat droppings) that your risk of death is minimal.