The Peanut Butter Silliness

In May 2023, Katie and I left Texas. This little bit tells a funny story about love and hardship when you're with a person who really cares about you.

A picture. A story. And two days of laughter.

In February, I discovered some of the bills in the Texas legislature specifically targeting trans folks. Some of these bills would explicitly make it illegal for me to live in Texas and make it harder to get medical care as a transgender person. This is relevant because I was born and raised in Texas, and I lived there at the time of this particular incident. In addition, medical care is necessary for trans folks who are transitioning medically. It's kind of in the name. So I immediately knew I might have to leave the state, and a plan was set in motion.

Little did I know that a second plan would soon find its way into existence behind my back.

We started by narrowing down the states until we settled on one: Colorado ... where we are now. Then we started looking at cities in the state, checking to make sure our respective needs were met. We eventually settled on our current city and started house hunting, which was eventually successful. To be honest, it was a harrowing journey, but we managed.

At some point along the way, I realised something I would be missing with the move out of Texas: HEB. And specifically the peanut butter I had come to love. For those who know my dietary habits, it's a big deal that I enjoy the peanut butter I'm eating because I eat a LOT of it.

Now for those who don't know what HEB is, the short version is that it's a grocery chain that spans most of the state of Texas and serves so many communities it's a little ridiculous. And their peanut butter, specifically the Hill Country Fare Crunchy Peanut Butter, is among the best peanut butters I've had in my life. Is it perfect? Not remotely. Do I still love it? Absolutely.

Lots of ideas were tossed around (including checking Amazon for it), but I reasoned I could figure something out, probably.

Fast forward to yesterday as the movers arrive at our new home in Colorado.

Boxes were coming in. And eventually one of the boxes comes in busted. The guy says "This one's busted. I put some of it in here. It's a bunch of peanut butter." Now since I eat a lot of peanut butter, I'm not shocked by this. But then I see Katie's face. Something is up.

This beautiful wonderful impossibly wild woman spent the last 30 ish days buying 3 to 4 jars of my peanut butter every time she went to the store without me. To make sure I'd have plenty. To make sure it would take some time to run out.

25. 25 jars. 100 pounds total (ignoring what I already had). About $150 all told.

Goddess I love this woman.

So if you need me ... I'll be over here. In my new kitchen. In my new house. NOT running out of peanut butter.

...

For a while.