Growing up I was a JIF peanut butter girl all the way. After all the adverts said “Choosy mothers choose Jif.” My dad and I were big PB eaters. My mum not so much. He and I liked to eat the Elvis sandwich--peanut butter, bananas and greasy microwave bacon (I know….but it was the 80s before we knew better) and he loved to eat peanut butter, mayonnaise and pickle a.k.a. the PPM (Peter, Paul and Mary)
In 1990, when Spiderman and I went on the life changing LC/MC overseas
experience where we were exchange students we ate a bought lunch every day (often
McDonalds I am sad to say, but it was cheap) and then had PB&J
sandwiches and a piece of fruit and a chocolate bar for our evening meal.
The only kind of peanut butter we could find was “natural” where the oil
separated to the top. Every bloomin’ night we had to stir that oil back in and
every night I cursed and swore and cried out for the comforts of Jif where it
was smooth and creamy and never oily on the top. This natural PB was all gritty
and did not spread like Jif.
We started buying Meridian brand PB which has one
ingredient--peanuts. Seriously that is it. Yes, it has oil on top but if you
leave it upside down a few days before you open it it is *much* easier to
re-mix the oil. It tastes really good and I buy 1kg at a time for £5.99 and
when Holland and Barrett has a buy-one-get-one-half-price sale, we stock up. I
also just read that it is made in North Wales--woohoo!
Recently, when our friends came to stay at Easter they brought some Jif
so we could make PB&J sammiches for our picnics and I was shocked at the
ingredients. Sugar is the second ingredient and it is two kinds of fully
hydrogenated oil. I know fully hydrogenated oil is better than partially
hydrogenated oil, but just the word hydrogenated gives me the shivers. At least
it didn’t have High Fructose Corn Syrup.
what a great jaunt through the timeline of your life long love affair with peanut butter!
ReplyDeleteI feel obligated to add that the PPM sandwich must have BreadnButter pickles, not any other kind. Not sweet gerkins, definitely not dill. The proper yellowy-green sweet ones. And oh my, how he did love them! My brother and my Garry both would not have survived childhood nutrition-wise without the aid of Jif peanut butter.