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Showing posts with label peanut butter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peanut butter. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Thanks, peanut butter!

Hooray for peanut butter protein!
Breakfast cereal king, J.H. Kellog secured a US patent in 1897 for his process of preparing nut meal into the pasty substance we know today as peanut butter. The thought of a PB&J sandwich evokes so many fond memories. M-m-m. I consider it a comfort food when slathered on hot buttered Ezekiel bread. ‘Yummy!’ is what Collin, my two and a half year old grandson sings as I serve it to him on four triangles of toast. I have to agree; the novel nutritious and delicious foodstuff has stuck as a favorite American past time and part of our pop-culture.


But lately it’s been given kind of a bad rap, so I am here to give you the scoop and clear up some of the unconventional wisdom that has been spread around.

Where would we be without peanut butter? Well I can think of a few places. We would be at the grocer more often waiting for our number to light up above the deli. Deli meat certainly doesn’t have the shelf life peanut butter boasts.

We’d be at the gas pumps more often to pay for the extra trips to the market. We’d be at the local coffee drive through, the one in between the gas station and the market. We’d be at the auto repair shop more often which is definitely not on the way to the supermarket. Now that’s going green, but not the kind I like. Tires and repairs are expensive!

We’d be at the ATM more often making fast cash withdrawals. Someone important said never leave home without cash, just in case. Let’s see, excluding the obvious deli expense, there’s the gas, the coffee, new tires, repairs to the car and the cash in my wallet which is only going to be spent on something I otherwise would not have gotten if I didn’t go to the ATM in the first place. Say that five times fast.

Getting back to the deli, I paid almost six dollars, ding, at the check out for a pound of sliced honey turkey. According to the USDA’s Natural Agricultural Statistics Service, peanut butter was a whopping 23 cents per pound in October of 2010.

We’d be in front of a hot stove more often cooking up meals with more meat and cracking open more eggs to get our protein. Peanut butter is less time consuming, except for the initial two minutes to mix the natural peanut butter with the oil. Ooh, did you know peanuts are cholesterol free? Buy the natural, no sugar, no salt, no hydrogenated infiltrated brand, no look a likes, please. My husband lost thirty pounds eating the nutty nutrition every day for three months. He’s ready to go as a Spartan next Halloween. With incentives like that it’s pretty easy to acquire a taste real fast for the golden paste.

We’d be doing more dishes, wasting more water, and buying more hand lotion for our dried out dish pan hands. Peanut butter is quick, easy, and requires very little clean up in the kitchen. Plus it is good for you. You’d be on the scale a lot less and in those jeans that you love a lot more. It’s great on green apples with raisins sprinkled on top. Try it, you’ll like it, and I promise you’ll be right where you want to be.

A few peanut butter facts for all you lovers of the nutty substance:

1. Peanuts are grown in 15 southern states and were first mashed by the Incas of Peru.

2. Dr. Carver invented 300 other uses for the peanut from axle grease to hand lotion.

3. Peanuts are a 400 million dollar business in the US.

4. Americans crunch 600 million pounds of peanuts each year.

5. Americans devour 700 million pounds of peanut butter every year.

6. Alan Shepherd brought a peanut to the moon.

7. Peanuts are really a legume, not a nut.

8. Two peanut farmers, Thomas Jefferson and Jimmy Carter were elected president.

Good Luck! Good Parenting!
Bon:)

Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."