Mr. Peanut is Creamy Inside

When I sit down (or the rare, stand up) to write these posts I'm upset or musing about something, while at other times I really have to rack my mind to come up with material. The latter usually ends with a hollow rattle but that's another story.

Last night the supermarket gods dropped a gift in my lap or at least in front of my eyes.

I love peanut butter but don't eat enough that I have to run out and purchase a new jar every month. In fact, one regular size jar will cover me (and the dog) for 3-4 months. So if something new hits the new breakneck world of processed legumes, I may not be the first to know. However yesterday's trip to the Safeway was different. As I strolled past the bread, honey, and jelly I saw it. The holly grail of peanut butter.
Planters, the go to name in peanuts, has put their name in a plastic jar of goodness.

I had to wonder what took so long? I mean Planters IS peanuts and surely they have "leftover" supply after dry and honey roasting. What happens to the ones that fall off the conveyor belt? Well now we have our answer. Now that naughty squirrel can finally take a big bite of Mr. Peanut and expose the creamy (or chunky) goodness inside.

According to several Internet sources and the back of the label, the Kraft food company (who acquired the Planters brand in the 1990s) introduced this fine product back in June.  It amazes me that in the 105 year history of the company, nobody thought to invade the rather narrow peanut butter market treading on name-brand recognition.

But to truly appreciate the marriage of butter to nut we must thank Marcellus Gilmore Edson of Montreal, who in  1884 received  U.S. Patent 306,727 which "finished product of the process of milling roasted peanuts between heated surfaces until the peanuts entered 'a fluid or semi-fluid state.' As the peanut product cooled, it set into what Carter explained as being 'a consistency like that of butter, lard, or ointment.'"

I know when I think Planters...I think "lard".  Yummo!

Do You have a Netflix Account

If you do, keep your damn kids away from the DVDs. I can't begin to describe my frustration level when I sit down to enjoy the latest Hollywood release (that Mrs. Bloogerman has approved) and it freezes part way through because your little snot-nosed, demon spawn can't keep their grubby hands off of it.

I'm sure little Timmy is the perfect little kid in your eyes. Heck he's ahead of everybody in his second grade class; he can tie his shoes. But that doesn't mean that you should allow him to take the DVD I'm next up on the list for a smudge it up with his PB&J fingerprints or drag it across the driveway resulting in so many scratches, Liz Taylor's reflection could look good in the back.

Why should I have to get up out of a comfy bed and reset the DVD each time Inglorious Bastards comes to a screeching halt and what seems to be a dramatic turn in the action? We’re not talking about Shrek or Aladdin here. This is an adult movie with cursing, violence and possible interracial pornography (We haven’t gotten that far yet but I think we might get that last one as a payoff!). Why are you letting your kids anywhere near this smut (great movie!)?

But if it’s not your kids that means that you are the SOB who’s ruining my viewing habit, putting strain on my back, and waking up the dog every time I have to get out of bed to fix the movie. That’s not even counting on the lost productivity time from having to fast forward through chapters to find the exact moment we were on when it froze. I’ve had a long weekend and now you’ve gone and caused it to be even longer.

Forget about “Be Kind, Please Rewind” I hope a bear breaks into your car for a sandwich!