Hell's Kitchen Peanut Butter

It's a good day when something like this comes in the mail! Mmmmmm . . . peanut butter! Brian took me to a place in Minneapolis for breakfast, back in February, and the peanut butter was so incredible, we each took home a jar of peanut butter. Brian ate his in about a week; Doug and I slowly doled out tastey little rations of it over the last several months. But alas, we also eventually depleted our supply.


Brian is much too busy with work and school to make it out to the restaurant to pick some up for us (he lives in Minneapolis; we live 350 miles away in Grand Forks), so I finally took matters into my own hands . . .


. . . and had two jars sent to him, and one sent to us. (I also sent him a crock pot in the mail this past week, but I have much more confidence that the peanut butter captured his attention more than the crock pot.)

If you ever get anywhere close to a Hell's Kitchen, buy the peanut butter!