{"id":3679,"date":"2012-12-02T17:31:20","date_gmt":"2012-12-03T00:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/2012\/12\/peanut-cheese\/"},"modified":"2012-12-07T17:34:35","modified_gmt":"2012-12-08T00:34:35","slug":"peanut-cheese","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/2012\/12\/02\/peanut-cheese\/","title":{"rendered":"Peanut Cheese"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/online\/blogs\/books\/2012\/11\/a-chunky-history-of-peanut-butter.html\" target=\"_blank\">from The New Yorker<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<h1>A CHUNKY HISTORY OF PEANUT BUTTER<\/h1>\n<p><em>Posted by\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/bios\/jon_michaud\/search?contributorName=Jon%20Michaud\" target=\"_blank\">Jon Michaud<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/online\/blogs\/books\/peanut-butter-465.jpg\" style=\"border: 0px; margin: 0px auto 20px; padding: 0px; outline: 0px; text-align: center; display: block\" class=\"mt-image-center\" height=\"310\" width=\"465\" alt=\"peanut-butter-465.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Shipped off to boarding school in England during the Great Depression, the twelve-year-old William F. Buckley, Jr., was sustained by regular care packages from his father. The biweekly deliveries contained a case of grapefruit and a large jar of peanut butter. In a 1981 essay titled \u201cIn the Thrall of an Addiction,\u201d Buckley recalled that his British schoolmates \u201cgrabbed instinctively for the grapefruit\u2014but one after another actually spit out the peanut butter.\u201d No wonder, he sneered, \u201cthey needed help to win the war.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Half a century later, when I left Washington, D.C., for school in Northern Ireland, I packed my bags with jars of Skippy. Not much had changed. \u201cMashed\u00a0<em>peanuts<\/em>\u00a0on bread?\u201d my friends in Belfast asked, incredulously\u2014as if peanuts were synonymous with maggots. The American love of peanut butter is as mystifying to many Britons as the British love of Marmite (<em>yeast extract<\/em>\u00a0on toast?) is to me, but, as Jon Krampner writes in \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.creamyandcrunchy.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Creamy &amp; Crunchy<\/a>,\u201d his enjoyable and informative new history of peanut butter, there are plenty of other countries that adore the crushed goober pea. Canadians eat it for breakfast; Haitians call it\u00a0<em>mamba<\/em>\u00a0and buy it, freshly pulverized, from street vendors; it is popular in the Netherlands, where it is known as\u00a0<em>pindakaas<\/em>, or peanut cheese. Peanut butter is also increasingly found in the Saudi Arabian diet, thanks, in part, to expatriate oil workers. Nevertheless, it remains, in Krampner\u2019s phrase, an \u201call-American food.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>[ <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/online\/blogs\/books\/2012\/11\/a-chunky-history-of-peanut-butter.html\" target=\"_blank\">click to continue reading at The New Yorker<\/a> ]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>from The New Yorker A CHUNKY HISTORY OF PEANUT BUTTER Posted by\u00a0Jon Michaud Shipped off to boarding school in England during the Great Depression, the twelve-year-old William F. Buckley, Jr., was sustained by regular care packages from his father. The biweekly deliveries contained a case of grapefruit and a large jar of peanut butter. In [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture-art"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3679"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3679\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}