The Problem with Peanuts and Why I Love My Husband
The problem with peanuts. The problem with peanuts, the kind that you crack open yourself, is each peanut is like a present. Once you start opening one and if it happens to be of your liking, in my case, sort of undercooked and slightly salty, you say to yourself "I want another peanut, but it has to be as good as the first, and when I find it, I will put the bag away."
So you open another peanut, and next thing you know, you begin cracking open peanut after peanut in search for that next perfect peanut and all the while throwing the undesirables into your mouth because otherwise they would go to waste (waist).
That perfect peanut finally turns up halfway through the bag. And what do you do? You crack open another peanut and it's not as good as the last. Then, next thing you know, you're on a pilgrimage for that next "perfect" peanut, which could be considered a very Happy Ending.
I told HWWV about this today while we drove north toward Santa Barbara. Usually, at this time of year, I come across either a big sale on peanuts or pistachios and every night I have myself a bowl. This, I've discovered, sort of goes along with my jeans no longer fitting, too. So, I was telling him this and I said, "After about 10 years I have finally figured out why I gain weight after Christmas. It's because peanuts or pistachios go on sale."
"So why is it you fall for the peanut sales?" he asked.
"It's because I'm a fool! I'm a fool for peanuts!"
And then he turned to me, his face all serious, and said: "You think you have it bad. I'm a fool for Flamin' Hot Crunchy Cheetos and I've been afraid to tell you."
Okay, I think I love him too. I mean, not in the way that you love him, obviously, but that's the best response one could possibly imagine.
Posted by: Lizbon | January 11, 2009 at 01:02 AM
Aww, that's adorable.
Posted by: GHadley | January 11, 2009 at 04:27 AM
OMG, I've kept this little crazy to myself - the search for the "best as the first" peanut, chip,cracker. And I thought I was the *only* one. Perhaps I should tell my husband and see what I learn from him!
Posted by: LizD | January 11, 2009 at 04:37 AM
How sweet!
Now I have a craving for peanuts...
Posted by: Renee | January 11, 2009 at 06:33 AM
HWWWV is a riot. I'm in love with boiled peanuts too.
Posted by: Fufina514 | January 11, 2009 at 06:35 AM
What Lizbon said - now I think I love your husband too. That was hilarious. Not much can make me laugh early on a Sunday, pre-caffeine, but that one did.
Posted by: (formerly) no-blog-rachel | January 11, 2009 at 06:35 AM
What a fabulous husband. I'm glad I'm not the only one who got a good one :)
Posted by: BuggaJam | January 11, 2009 at 07:07 AM
Priceless. :-)
Posted by: Jen M | January 11, 2009 at 07:08 AM
The trick--since peanuts come in pairs--is to save the second half of that first perfect peanut so that, when you're starting to think that maybe you've had enough peanuts and it's time to stop, you can finish with the rest of that first, perfect peanut ... no matter how many other "perfect" ones are in the bag!
Posted by: --Deb | January 11, 2009 at 07:11 AM
As long as that's a food and not some skanky stripper, all is right with the world.
Posted by: Lynn | January 11, 2009 at 07:49 AM
Ha! Best response ever.
Posted by: jillian | January 11, 2009 at 08:04 AM
hee hee that is funny!
Posted by: sue Treiber | January 11, 2009 at 08:53 AM
That was funny! I love it. :)
Posted by: Kimberly | January 11, 2009 at 08:58 AM
That was perfect. He's a total keeper.
Posted by: Jenn | January 11, 2009 at 09:08 AM
That's a great story!
Posted by: nosierosie | January 11, 2009 at 10:31 AM
So true -I secretly crave Flamin' Hot Crunchy Cheetos (the rest of my family despises them).
Enjoy Santa Barbara. My daughter is attending UCSB. What a gorgeous place!
Posted by: BarbieKnits | January 11, 2009 at 10:44 AM
Ha. That's a pretty shady secret your man has been hidin' from ya! :D
Posted by: michelle | January 11, 2009 at 11:16 AM
So true! Guess what mine is... See's dark chocolate. Maybe a bit more dangerous than those peanuts or pistachios.
Posted by: mary | January 11, 2009 at 11:37 AM
I totally understand! I love peanuts, but I've had to give them up as my youngest is allergic. OMG, it is so hard to not have any!
Posted by: melanie | January 11, 2009 at 12:03 PM
LOL!
Posted by: Cheri | January 11, 2009 at 12:48 PM
My Hubby has a thing for those cheetos too, and they were gone for a couple weeks when they introduced the jalepeno ones, and he was very sad.
I am like you with Pecans...
Posted by: KarenLG | January 11, 2009 at 01:14 PM
my daughter and i love, love, love flamin' hot crunchy cheetos. she, at 16, gets to eat them all she wants; me, at much older, doesn't because of the waist thing! take care.
Posted by: jackie | January 11, 2009 at 01:55 PM
Mmmm. Flamin hot cheetos sounds wonderful. I will have to look for them at the grocery store next time.
Posted by: LittleWit | January 11, 2009 at 04:23 PM
Ha! That is too hilarious! I wonder if those cheetos come in big bags, cuz it's so sad how fast one can eat through one of the little bags. Then you two could sit side by side and be a pair of fools...
Posted by: yoel | January 11, 2009 at 05:47 PM
What a sweet story! HWWV seems like a pretty awesome guy.
My problem with peanuts is that they are deadly to my fiance. At least I can eat PB & banana sandwiches at work. (Maybe Melanie who commented about a similar allergy problem can do this too?)
Posted by: maria | January 11, 2009 at 06:39 PM