Remember that post two weeks ago "what do people eat when they eat alone"? Thirteen of the answers, including mine, involved peanuts and peanut butter. (That's what I call "market research." Peanut industry, are you listening?) When I can't be arsed to cook, I eat a handful of peanuts with a handful of raisins. In light of the candid and (let's face it) freaky answers other people gave -- raw ramen noodles, vegan hot dogs from a can, crumbled graham crackers in milk -- I'd like to clarify my position. If there were cajeta or caramel topping in the house, I might fill a spoon with it, then top it with peanuts.
It seems I'm not alone, because in the last six months, I've had two chocolate-peanut-butter-caramel-peanut desserts, including this hunka love from Park Cafe.
It's not a sophisticated finish to a meal, but I think we have all learned that complicated desserts never go over as well as the simple, elemental ones that capture childhood or secret cravings. You know what I liked the most? The touch of heat in the spiced peanuts. It's a secret craving inside a secret craving.