OK girls, unless you've been under a rock lately you probably know that Peanut Corp. of America has been producing and shipping salmonella-infested peanut products. Sadly, people have died because of this.
Meanwhile, the plant owners have been sending their mangers emails telling them to figure out how to turn the peanuts on the factory floor into profits. You cannot serve God and money. Evidently, you cannot serve peanuts at your Valentine's party this weekend either.
And that is a problem because as of 4:00 pm yesterday I've developed a major addiction to these:
HOT HONEYS are honey-roasted chipolte-coated peanuts. And have mercy are they good!! Y'all please pray I don't get salmonella poisoning. Seriously.
A year ago this never would've happened. Not because the peanut factories were any cleaner - I'm pretty sure they weren't - but because I wouldn't have let anything with the word "chipolte" near my mouth.
Then I led a church retreat for Back Creek Presbyterian Church last fall. And during a late-night game-night they broke out the pepper jack cheese and crackers. I was just hungry enough to try it. BAM, I was hooked. You women who are responsible for this know who you are! Upon returning home I started eating nearly a block of pepper jack a week. My husband looked at me with disbelief, wondering where his former sweets-lovin wife went.
Turns out, Pepper Jack cheese is a gateway drug, y'all. Now I'm moving on to the hard stuff: Chipolte peanuts. I still have to cut the chipolte with the honey roast, but I fear I'm headed for the bottom. I just might turn into one of those people who slosh Pete's Tobasco Sauce all over their scrambled eggs at 7:00 am. That is, unless the salmonella kills me first.
So, please pray for this dear sister. And if you happen to have my phone number, call me around 4:00 pm today and tell me to "just say no" to the nuts. (I tend to get cravings around sundown.)
Have a great (peanut-free) day!