Well, I guess we lucked out. We hadn’t opened the jar of peanut butter, yet.
That’s a little unusual, but this time we had bought a new jar before the old jar was finished.
Karen thought that we were ok. She had heard that it was Peter Pan peanut butter and we had gotten the “generic” brand at Walmart.
However, I had gone to town to get a newspaper to find out what the ruckus had been in Russellville the day before – turned out that a ticking package had been delivered to one of the motels – and there was an article in the paper that gave more details on the peanut butter.
I checked again and, sure enough, the code on the lid started with the same four numbers as the batch of bad peanut butter.
Later in the day, we stopped at Walmart. One of the things on our list was a jar of crunchy peanut butter to replace the tainted jar.
The shelves of peanut butter were almost entirely bare!
The only crunchy peanut butter was in a small, “healthy” brand jar.
We bought one to tide us over until we can get a bigger jar.
A lost Exit78 post, recovered from Internet Archive WayBackMachine; March 2011
