Tonight I decided I would have me a sugar cheat the size of Goliath of Gath himself.  This means the cheat was off the charts in more ways than one.  I knew the sugar spike would take at least two cups of coffee to level things out.  But that’s okay.  I love coffee.  I also surmised that I would likely feel a twinge of guilt, but my heritage was calling out for chicken noodle soup, homemade bread, and of all things, it kept screaming and yelling at me to make Amish Peanut Butter. How Can Peanut Butter Be Amish? I...