Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021

My dietitian suggests that I change my afternoon snacks. I shouldn’t get the yogurt with the peanuts in the lid anymore. I’m to switch to low-fat, low-sugar yogurt, get the peanuts separately, and mix exactly twelve peanuts in with the yogurt. OK. At the supermarket downstairs, I get a container labeled “American peanuts.” I try them with the yogurt. They’re odd, with a sort of crunchy outer layer. I look at the packaging. It has warnings for high salt and high sugar. Apparently that layer is a sort of candy shell. I wouldn’t have known it from the taste. Today, I get a container of something with a name very much like the English word “almonds.” I know the Hebrew word for almonds, and this isn’t it. Still I’m curious. When I look inside, I find fairly raw peanuts, along with other things that aren’t nuts. At least it doesn’t have the warning stickers. I have yet to find dry roasted peanuts, like you find everywhere in the States. I already know that I can’t find fresh ground peanut butter, though I’ve heard rumors that a shop three towns over might have it. They’re another lost delicacy from the Old Country. I make do with what I can find.