Once upon a time, I would have seen non-sweet peanut beutter as superior and de factoly enjoyed it. It would have seemed rustic and, more importantly, counter my intuition of what should be popular. I would distinguish between what pure peanut butter really was and what how sweetened peanut butter constituted a fraud. But now, I don't care. I want sweet things. I can no longer resist the call of chocolate. I eat a fruit and I go "I wish I had ice cream on the side."
It seems my experience with food, my reactions to it, are less determined by my philosophy and more by my palette now. Hmm.
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