Today, that amazing thing was taking the first knife fulls of peanut butter from a brand new, gigantic tub of the stuff. The first dip in a new tub of PB is the reward for getting your hand all sticky while you fished around in the bottom of the old tub with a spatula, trying to get those last precious millilitres (grams?) of peanut butter.
Sure, you have to fight with the ridiculously well-applied and over-glued safety paper on the top, which sometimes causes you (me) to resort to using a knife and accidentally puncturing the perfect surface of the virgin PB, but once you've got that seal off it's all gravy (or rather, peanut butter) from there. No more goopy-handed fishing. That PB is all for you my friend, and you're the one who gets to wreck up the prettiness of that untouched surface.
The only thing that could possibly be better is if they still had the peanut on top.