From where this predilection springs, I don’t know.
I didn’t grow up in the Great Depression.
I’ve never been denied peanut butter.
It’s not equivalent in value to spun gold.
In fact, my peanut butter ownership probably borders on obscene gluttony. It is rare to find fewer than two jars of peanut butter in my cupboard, one creamy Jif, one crunchy Skippy.
So why this compulsion to scrape every last spoonful from the bottom of the jar?
I am similarly compelled to squeeze every last bit of salad dressing from the bottle, to add water to my shampoo so I can use it until my conditioner runs out, to screw the top off my facial moisturizer pump so as to extract its last drops of wrinkle eraser.
Perhaps the label of “wasteful” strikes my Midwestern soul as too near to a deadly sin. But interestingly, I am not alone.
After typing in “scraping the bottom of the peanut butter jar,” Google reveals there’s a group on Facebook dedicated to just such a subject: “Scraping the bottom of the peanut butter jar to get the very last of it.”
Apparently there’s a Facebook group for just about every strange predeliction and obsession.
The group’s mission? “Sometimes you just have to get it ALL out before you can call it empty.”