From the very first moment an infant’s mouth comes in contact with its mother’s breast, the tiny individual begins to experience the instincts humanity still harbors for food. Pavlov made that over publicized discovery with the dogs that drooled when a bell rang, but was it really all that great an epiphony considering we already knew that a new mother’s breasts will often leak just from the sound of a baby’s cry, and sticking your head over a bird’s nest causes the chicks to open their mouthes? Pavlov comes along, rings a bell and now we all have to learn his name and talk about him like he’s interesting.
What is interesting, is that as years pass, people actually begin to feel emotions in association with food. That Thanksgiving meal is the perfect example of this. Most of us experience positive emotions at the smell of turkey and stuffing. Some people experience negative ones.
Then, once in a while, if you’re very lucky, your tongue meets that very special food that causes happiness everytime you touch. Feelings can run deep, and a long term relationship is often the result. It must take one hell of an experience to fall for a food. A lot of people walk around saying, “I love pizza!” but I think that’s just something people say. Chocolate is believable. When you watch a chocolate obsessed person sharing a moment with their dark partner, there is an obvious connection happening.
The one you don’t hear as often, however, is peanut butter. Lord knows the thick stuff has an enormous fan base though, and I’m talking big names! Names like The Amazing Mumford who performed on Sesame Street. Remember what words made the magic happen? You got it! “A la peanut butter sandwiches!” Further, the human incarnation of Death itself could not resist the human attachment he immediately developed for the stuff, as recorded in “Meet Joe Black.” And the reaction doesn’t begin and end here on Earth either. Once I heard tell of a highly intelligent extraterrestrial who allowed himself to be incarcerated and then willingly performed parlor tricks in front of young children, all in exchange for a candy made from, you guessed it, peanut butter.
Of course there are cookies, cakes, pies, ice cream, as well as just about every candy distriubutor, all having a line of product made with peanut butter, so essentially there is not much effort in disguising that it’s a dessert and not a snack. With more calories per tablespoon than chocolate syrup, ranch dressing and mayonaise, you’d be better off putting a Mr. Goodbar between a hotdog bun than having a good old fashion PB&J.
To celebrate the day, I went the way that I thought a real peanut butter lover would go down. I sucked down the tried and true spoonful of peanut butter, and then with the tilapia and steamed veggie dinner I made, prepped none other than “Ants on a Log.” — NOT with raisins! Peanut butter’s wife is chocolate and we all know it, so stop putting fuit with it!
See you Friday for National Banana Cream Pie Day!