I am a fan of toppings. Whenever I make something that just begs for toppings (think enchiladas, oatmeal, you get the idea) I go all out. Then I get annoyed because I have to clean up a ton of bowls, but I guess it’s always worth it because I do it over and over again. This on the other hand is one of those dangerous spreads (like this chocolate-y temptress) that you keep in you fridge, think is going to last a couple of weeks, and disappears by the spoonful in a mere matter of days. It’s something that ends up slathered on everything from apple to bread to cake slices. Oh man.