AMERICANS and pea­nut but­ter go together like, oh, I don’t know, Mom and apple pie, target=“_blank”>rednecks and NASCAR, or Repub­lic­ans and rampant hypo­crisy. It’s every­where — in chocol­ate, brownies*, sand­wiches, frozen yoghurt, cup­cakes, even bar­be­cue sauce. You can’t escape this shit; it’s amaz­ing there isn’t a drink based on it. Oh, wait…

Now, I’m notori­ous in the office for going off on one whenever someone brings in chocol­ate and it turns out to have pea­nut but­ter in it. But then I thought: I’ve only ever eaten one of these things and that was in 2005, so have the other six years spent in the States […]