Amid the holiday travel chaos at LAX this morning, I found an unlikely ally in my mission to get the world eating naked.
‘Tis the season to be jolly, which for us means heading north to spend Christmas with my family in Canada. Being the good daughter, I always ask if there’s something my folks would like from the US that they can’t get at home. This year, my dad requested a jar of Jif peanut butter. More specifically, Jif extra crunchy, not the creamy kind. Have you read the ingredients on a jar of this stuff? FULLY-hydrogenated oil! Don’t see that very much these days. Against all our better nutritional wisdom, we bit the bullet and bought a jar. When it comes to family, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Going through airport security, the TSA attendant flagged our carry-on food bag. Inspecting it for liquids or creams, he passed by the homemade cultured veggies we’re bringing home as gifts, passed the apple, passed the seaweed salad, and headed straight for the one un-naked thing in the bag: the jar of Jif. We protested mildly saying, “but it’s extra crunchy, not creamy.” But, to my not-so-secret delight, he’d have none of it. The Jif was banned.
So, my big thank you to TSA for taking a stand against un-naked food! And Dad? Sorry… I tried.
