The other day my brother asked me, "What can you do with this?" I turned to find him holding up a jar of smooth peanut butter.
"I really love peanut butter," he continued, "but I'm sick of eating it with a spoon."
"I could make grilled chicken with a satay sauce," I said.
"Do you even know how to make satay," he queried mockingly.
I stood silent for a moment before my eyes started to flicker uncontrollably. "I do now," I said finally.
