The Peanutbutter machine.


There’s this grocery store down the road from us that always reminds me of Brighton whenever we go shopping there. It has that pseudo hippy vibe that I like, the nice middle class sort, not the dirty crusty thieving type of course. Anyway they have this awsome machine that makes peanutbutter right before your eyes. There’s a hopper full of peanuts, and you can just pick up a little tub, flip the switch and out comes peanutbutter Mmmmm.