I never realized how lucky I was to have a spouse who would do the damn pb stirring any time I asked. Especially since we've explicitly chosen to do some traditional gender role stuff and the kitchen really is my ball of wax.

FWIW, my mother always took the pb all the way out of the jar, into a small mixing bowl, stirred it, then put it back in the jar. She swears it's way easier to wash the bowl than to dick around with trying to stir it in the jar and splashing yourself with peanut oil. (I was doing it that way one day, when my dear spouse came along and told me it was a ridiculous way to do it and it was easy to stir it in the jar. That's how he ended up becoming the family pb stirrer.)