As a kid, I slathered it on saltines alongside chocolate milk during cartoon - drenched Saturday mornings; I ate it in sandwiches for lunch throughout my teen years; once I acquired my own kitchen in which to experiment in my 20s, I packed it into celery hollows for snacks, baked it in cookies, muffins or the occasional Rice
Krispie square; later, I ate it straight out of the jar for an immediate PMS pick - me - up, or after a late night when I was
too tired to cook.