I Prescribe Almond Butter

I have hit the very real part of this quarantine where I live spoon to spoon. There is this peanut butter concoction that Nick and I used to get from the Farmers Market on Fridays. It never lasts over two days. Why? The name can explain it all. It’s called “Crack Butter” and it’s so. damn. good. This morning I tried to make my own version: almonds instead of peanuts, pink sea salt, maple syrup, vanilla extract, ground flax seed, coconut oil and dates. I Vitamix-ed it all and I put the oily chunky mixture into an empty mason jar. I don’t know what it is about this stuff. The salt, the sweet, the nutty, salty deliciousness but about every 90 minutes I find myself trying out “just another spoonful.” I’m like micro-dosing for my emotions today. What is that, job anxiety? Spoonful of crack butter. Sleepiness from waking up at 6am? Crack butter, one spoonful. Irritation with cyclical trap-like quality of today? Two tablespoons of crack. butter. That will solve it right? I mean, it IS solving it. It’s kind of amazing, I might start prescribing it for my friends. We will all be chubby and full all hours of the day and we will survive this.