peanuuuuuuut, peanut butter
One of the places we always hit when we visit Minneapolis is Hell’s Kitchen for breakfast. When the Husband was there for a few months lo those many years ago, he stayed right around the corner from the restaurant. In early, he’d either get the walnut sausage bread or piles of toast purely as a vehicle to spoon up their delicious homemade peanut butter. Since I’m allergic to walnuts, I always went straight for the PB because man, is it good. You can buy the peanut butter to take home (which we did) and you can also buy it online (which we also did.) Shipping adds up though, and it was the kind of indulgence that is ok every once in a while, but way spendy in the long run.
As it turns out, the recipe was published in the Hell’s Kitchen cookbook (hurray!) (and here with the Village Voice) so this weekend we endeavoured to make our own. I don’t know why, but it sort of blows my mind that we can make peanut butter at home. It’s SO SIMPLE and yet I thought it would be way more involved. We followed the recipe to the letter, which resulted in the over roasting of the peanuts, but it still tastes pretty effin’ awesome.
You start out with some spanish peanuts, skins on.
The recipe calls for them to get roasted on a baking sheet at 375 for 50 minutes, but ours were almost burnt by the 20 minute mark. I’m thinking the oven should be way lower like say, 275. That’s the only way you won’t over roast them.
Once they’re cool, you put them in the whizzer to chop them up. (We got a food processor for Christmas, thanks Mum!)
Do your best to ignore the kitten who wants to help. (I think really she was just begging me to get out the laser pointer)
Mix in the honey and the sugar and the salt. (Next time I think we’ll add some habaneros. I mean, why not, right?)
Stir that up in the stand mixer.
And it’s finished. (It shouldn’t really be this dark, that was due to the aforementioned over-roasting)
Eat. Eat. Eat.
Why was I convinced that making your own peanut butter was so hard? It’s so ridiculously easy and there aren’t any preservatives. Doesn’t get much better than that. Nom!