Confession time: My name is Aubrey and I’m a nut butter addict. Maybe I should blame my mom, who didn’t actually bake but gave me big spoonfuls of peanut butter mixed with honey and called it “dessert,” for starting my habit, but now as I approach 30 years old, I’m practically in need of an intervention. And while that big jar of all-natural, gotta-stir it hippie peanut butter won’t...