I did grow up in a house that had two jars of the sticky peanut stuff: one creamy and one crunchy. (Please note my parents were on the same page about most things but sandwich condiments wasn't one. We also always had Miracle Whip and Mayonnaise.)
But how did I become a person with 5 jars of peanut butter?We live in a world of excess. It filters into almost every part of our lives....so much so that I forget that the majority of the world doesn't live as well as I do. A long-going joke with people living internationally is that they go back to their adopted foreign lands with a suitcase of American delicacies. PB being the most popular.
When we orphan hosted, we were told that PB was a very popular request for the kids to take home with them. In addition, it was a great gift for the children's orphanage directors and foster parents.
You know, it has been a while since I talked on her about orphan hosting. I think I was burning people out...I was afraid that I was becoming the person (or blog) you avoided because I only talked about one issue. It is still on my heart as is Di*ana. I am working on a post about all that soon.
In the meantime....
There are children in Chin*, Latvi*, and Ukri*ne who have never tasted peanut butter! Be the family to introduce them to this American delicacy: Orphan host!
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