Culinary no-no began on Father’s Day 2007, a beautiful summer day, when I wrote about grilling brats. And eating brats. And topping those brats. I was inspired by my wife, Jennifer who, in my admittedly unscientific opinion, ruins brats by squirting ketchup on them. Other dining taboos quickly came to mind. The original idea was to take this concept only a few months, till the end of summer and then pull the plug. Then the unexpected happened. People started reading Culinary no-no. Lots of folks. So we keep doing the no-no.
When I met Jennifer I didn’t marry her right away.
We courted for a while before I proposed.
Here’s Jennifer shortly after we got engaged, and here with a friend, Amy Gibson.
Ah, the blissful day.
Since this is a food blog I’ll tell you our first ‘date’ if you will was an innocent lunch on a Jennifer work day. I would also say that I was unaware Jennifer has a voracious appetite. But that doesn’t sound lady-like. She does like to eat but only ate a salad that afternoon so as not to appear to be ravenous.
Our second get together was at the old Boulevard Inn restaurant, now Bacchus. No salad for Jennifer that night. Potato crusted salmon. I soon learned that my future bride could eat a large slab of filet mignon and not gain an ounce.
And so our romance was off and running. During our budding courtship there was one particular question I never asked Jennifer. More on that coming up.
This week’s feature is about a survey conducted by OnePoll on behalf of Jif ahead of National Peanut Butter Lovers Day which just happens to be tomorrow (Monday). A critical question was the key of this important inquiry.
Creamy or crunchy?
Now don’t laugh. This is apparently as our bumbler fumbler-in-chief would say, “a big f****** deal.”
Of the 2,000 individuals surveyed, a third of all respondents described themselves as “extremely” passionate about their peanut butter preference.
How about this? Sixty-three percent of all respondents even said they will pass on the peanut butter altogether if it’s not the kind they prefer.
Normally my no-no can be a prolonged exercise where I present a highly-detailed build-up to the actual indiscretion. Not so this week.
So, was it creamy or crunchy?
The survey group was split down the middle by crunchy or creamy peanut butter preference.
Personally, I have no problem with either (but I’ll take creamy) so the following doesn’t apply to me.
Sixty-three percent of those who prefer crunchy peanut butter describe themselves as optimists, compared to 56% of those who prefer creamy.
Other personality traits for creamy fans included being more of an early bird and more introverted – whereas their crunchy counterparts were more likely to be night owls and extroverts.
I did mention ‘passionate,’ didn’t I?
Again, this is such a big deal it truly is passionate.
About my dating with Jennifer before the engagement and wedding, there was a question even my curious mind never dreamed of posing.
Creamy or crunchy?
I just never thought it was…you know…a big f****** deal.
That was then. This is now.
The enlightening survey illustrates how goofy we’ve become.
Nearly half of all respondents said it would be a deal-breaker to find out their date is on the opposite side of the creamy versus crunchy debate.
Wouldn’t have made a difference with Jennifer and me. We like both but prefer creamy. Here comes the bride.
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