You only recognize this if you are a peanut butter nut

Those crushed peanuts have been following you your whole life. That one with honey and nuts, the hundred-percent-peanut variant, the real classic from Calvé; you wouldn't care as long as there's peanut butter in the house. This is how you recognize a serious peanut butter junkie.

Sometimes they can't talk for a moment

Because you know: something with a sticky palate and so on.

They will never run out

At friends' houses, at work, in the gym, on vacation: the sticky stinky stuff is taken everywhere and maybe there's even a secret stash. Sometimes love goes far. Very far.

They don't give a f*** and even eat the stuff in public

They don't even find it embarrassing anymore. All shame and unwritten rules gone. In the library and so on. And in small spaces. On the train. Cuckoo.

They can no longer function normally the moment someone eats peanut butter

The nostrils fill with the familiar smell, there's a short circuit in the brain and there's a chance you'll see them run straight to the kitchen for a tiger sandwich white with the creamy gold.

They don't want to know you anymore if you say you don't like peanut butter

Come on, are you kidding me? Are you okay? Are you an alien? How CAN that be? Moreover, they can come off aggressively. Watch out, because before you know it, stuff is flying around the room. They go crazy. The house suddenly feels too small.

They experiment next level

They already know the most important combos. Peanut butter with sprinkles, with jam, with cucumber and sambal... But then they start acting weird. Peanut butter in breakfast. Pizza peanut butter. Mashed potatoes with a dab of peanut butter on the side.

They shop in the supermarket very specifically

Ice cream with peanut butter? Cookies with peanut butter? Peanut butter bars? Peanut butter smoothies? Come on in, yes, yes. A peanut butter version of everything if possible. It would make the world so much better.

And you know it.