Sticky Fingers

I remember sitting on the kitchen floor,

my tiny fingers reaching for the jar,

carefully twisting open the lid

to reveal the creamy, golden spread inside.

The smell of roasted peanuts

wafting through the air,

tickling my nose and making my mouth water.

I couldn't wait to dip my spoon in

and savor every single bite.

Sticky fingers were a given,

but it was worth it.

The smooth texture, the rich flavor,

it was like a hug in a jar.

Even now, as an adult,

whenever I need a pick-me-up

or just want to feel like a kid again,

I turn to my beloved snack.

It's more than just food,

it's comfort, it's joy, it's love.

And with each spoonful,

I am reminded of simpler times.

So here's to you, my dear peanut butter,

my most beloved childhood snack.

You will always hold a special place

in my heart (and on my toast).

Thank you for reading. ♡