I spent part of the afternoon digitizing recipes from my grandmother’s recipe files. I call them files, but for anyone who knew my grandmother, they were about as filed as you’d expect- scattered throughout recipe books, clippings, and in completely random places. Mostly I’ve been digitizing and then getting rid of the originals. This one I’m keeping. Whoever compiled the 1948 edition of the Metropolitan Cook Book had a serious fixation on peanut butter. There is a recipe for peanut butter soup. No, really. Peanut butter soup. It is exactly what it sounds like- peanut butter turned into soup. I am preserving this for posterity.