Almond Butter, where have you been all my life??? I know, you were right there on the shelf, just below my beloved peanut butter, but I never noticed you. And when I did, I didn't have the nerve to try. Then one day I needed you for a recipe. You sat in my fridge for a few weeks and I wondered, "What should I do with the rest of this?". Somehow, thankfully, you talked me into spreading you on a waffle after the kids went to school... And it was love. Pure, brilliant, why-did-I-wait-so-long love. Almond Butter? I love you.
Such is my relationship with my now beloved almond butter. We've gotten to know each other so well I've actually started making it myself so I'm never without its awesomeness. Almond butter hasn't been embraced by my family like me, making me feel like we have something special... Almond Butter and I.
Hence, when looking for treats to bake I frequently reach for the 'ole peanut butter and then everyone is happy. But yesterday, I didn't. Yesterday everyone in the family left. My husband flew himself off to the Big Island of Hawaii for "work", Liv spent the day and night with a girlfriend and my son worked and was out late. And the Gluten Free Peanut Butter Cookie recipe from Cooking Light that flashed through my facebook feed stopped me in my tracks. How would it be with almond butter?
Tossing the bites into the fridge to firm up I forgot about them for a few hours. Then finding them as I thought about dinner for myself, I pulled a cookie right from the fridge. Cold, and a little hard, the chocolate cracked as I took my first bite and the cookie yielded a firm, yet giving texture.
Taking them out to photograph the humidity immediately clung the the chilly chocolate and the chocolate and cookie softened up to a lovely, soft, full of fabulous almond butter taste. Preferring the fresh from the fridge, though, I replaced the plate after our photo shoot, and while working around the house I'll admit to stopping at the fridge nearly every time I passed.
Leaving a handful on the plate, the pups and I made our way to bed, and I think I might have even dreamed about my new almond butter loves. The next morning I thought, "Maybe just one before breakfast...", but my dreams were dashed as I opened the fridge to find an empty plate, plastic wrap sticking up just wide enough for an 18-year old male hand to fit through, and a note. "These are good".
Luckily... I know how to make almond butter.