I’d probably bathe in peanut butter if it wouldn’t inevitably lead to a Tijuana divorce lawyer, but let’s face it — nobody wants to lug a jar of the stuff on a fishing trip.
Which is why PB2 — recommended by a fave screenwriter (writers clearly outpace fishermen when it comes to powdered peanut butter food products) — just sounds like something I should buy.
By the case.
I even just discovered a chocolate version.
(Excuse me. I need to be alone for a minute.)
See you in peanut butter heaven, Tom Chandler.