A Nutty Love Story

“Happiness is sneaky; it hides in glass jars, and little spoonfuls that make your mouth dance.” ~Goodmoodism

Today I’m writing about something that doesn’t weigh on the heart like some of my earlier posts, but feels heavy, creamy, and delicious on the tongue: nuts and seeds butters.

There are little things in someone’s life that feel important to one person, but might mean nothing, or much less, to someone else.

Anyone who knows me knows I love nuts and seeds, but nut and seed butters? Oh, that’s a whole other level of love. You name it, I love it.

My love for nuts and seeds started very early.

Born to Iranian parents, nuts and seeds have always been an essential part of our diet, especially walnuts, pistachios, sesame, hazelnuts, and almonds.

Usually, they are eaten whole, but my mom had a little magic trick. She’d grind them into a mix, and most mornings she gave us a full tablespoon of this powerful blend. Healthy, filling, nutritious, and secretly delicious.

I swear that spoonful could start a day like nothing else.

But my real love affair with these creamy butters began at 19, when I went to the US as an international student. That’s when I met peanut butter for the first time.

Yes, peanuts are technically legumes, but shh, let’s not ruin romance.

It was love at first spoon.

Peanut butter and jelly became my ultimate comfort. Peanut butter on its own, peanut butter with chocolate, peanut butter in ice cream, peanut butter in anything. I ate it all, with the kind of joy that feels a little naughty and very indulgent.

Back then, it was the only butter I knew, but oh, what a perfect start.

My adventure with other nut and seed butters began after I moved to Germany. They weren’t everywhere at the time, and I don’t remember seeing peanut butter in every supermarket. But gradually, they appeared more and more.

At some point, I discovered 100% pure peanut butter at local organic stores. No additives, no sugar, no palm oil, just peanuts in their most honest form. And since then, I stayed loyal to peanut butter, simple and pure.

From there, my exploration of other nut and seed butters truly began.

I’ve tried almost every kind I know exists, but every now and then, a little surprise shows up, like a tiny gift from the universe.

And on my birthday this year in early February, that happened again.

I was browsing Amazon with the gift cards I received from my loved ones and decided to order some organic peanut butter for my nightly ritual: one banana, one generous spoon of peanut butter, and a pinch of Himalayan salt.

And then I froze.

I spotted something magical: pine nut butter in creamy and crunchy form, and pecan butter too.

My heart did a little happy dance.

Yes, really. You can’t imagine the joy I felt just looking at the pictures.

It might sound silly, but these tiny pleasures, discovering a new flavor, imagining how it might taste, are pure joy for me. It’s happiness in my mouth and in my heart at the same time.

For me, trying a new nut butter or sipping a perfect cup of coffee in the morning are two simple, almost insignificant joys that feel enormous.

At first, I decided to order them one at a time, giving each my full attention instead of rushing and spooning everything at once. No multitasking here, just me, a spoon, and the magic of a new taste waiting to happen.

But when I read the reviews, I became a little skeptical. Some said heavenly taste, others said horrible. I didn’t want to spend a ridiculous price of twenty euros on a tiny 170-gram jar and feel deeply disappointed.

So I checked if one of my absolute favorite brands, KoRo, carried them too.

I’m not advertising, I just can’t help but admire their quality. Every jar feels like a little promise of indulgence: rich, creamy, pure nut goodness. Sure, they’re a touch pricier than some other brands in Germany, but for me, every spoonful is worth it. The taste, the texture, the simple joy. They’re unmatched.

And yes! My heart did a soft little giggle. They had both. My happiness returned instantly.

They offered 100% nut butter in 500-gram jars: pine nut butter for a jaw-dropping price of thirty-one euros, and pecan butter for a modestly shocking price of seventeen euros.

Just seeing them there felt like tiny treasures, patiently waiting to be unwrapped.

But unfortunately, the pine nut butter was out of stock. I won’t lie, I felt genuinely sad. Still, I clicked the notification button, so the moment it’s back, I’ll know.

Instead, I ordered pecan butter and black sesame tahini (both new to me), along with walnut and macadamia butter, which I’ve tried before but not from KoRo. I ended up spending seventy euros on nut butter. :D

And honestly?

Zero regrets.

My delivery arrived on Valentine’s Day.

My perfect Valentine.

A delicious gift to myself.

Six days later, I finally opened 2 of the jars.

The black sesame tahini was first. I drizzled it over salmon, and wow. I absolutely loved it. Nothing like white sesame tahini. It has an intense, deeply nutty, slightly bitter flavor with an earthy, almost smoky depth. I bought it mainly for food and dressings, not necessarily for my nightly banana ritual, and it did not disappoint.

When my peanut butter finished, I stood in front of the cupboard debating which jar to open next. Because I had been slightly disappointed by walnut butter from another brand in the past, I decided to open that one first. I thought, if it disappoints me again, at least I still have two untouched jars waiting to rescue my joy.

And oh my goodness.

It was divine.

KoRo, once again, did not disappoint me. Nothing like the one I tried years ago. Smooth, rich, perfectly balanced.

Standing there with a spoon in my hand, still a little tipsy on walnut happiness, I realized something.

Maybe this post is just about something small and ordinary.

And maybe, just maybe, it’s these small, simple pleasures, the ones that make your heart quietly skip a beat, your eyes twinkle a little, your mouth curl into a grin, that are worth celebrating.

Pecan butter today, pine nut butter tomorrow, and for a moment, life feels creamy, crunchy, and utterly delicious.

So this is my love letter to nut butter.

What small indulgence could make your heart do a happy dance?

With a nutty smile,
GOO:DMOO:DISM