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Peanut butter worth searching for

Posted on Apr 18, 2017 by in Uncategorized |

Jeanean Shettel makes peanut butter that can stand alone on a piece of toast in the morning and make your taste buds salute you. A peanut butter that makes connoisseurs everywhere change their list of favorites.

This PB doesn’t need the J.  This PB tastes so good it’s just this side of dessert.

Shettel makes peanut butter at Blind Spot Nutbutters in Spring Garden Township, just a block outside York city. Not just any PB (a clarification– it’s actually nut butter because she also uses walnuts, cashews and almonds), but gourmet PB.

In her tiny warehouse/business office/production facility, Shettel wears all hats since buying the company about six months ago.

National Peanut Butter and Jelly day was April 2, just a month behind Peanut Butter Lovers Day. Or celebrate January 24, during National Peanut Butter Day.  In September, visit Clarion County for the Peanut Butter Festival. The National Peanut Butter Festival is in November in Dothan, Alabama. 

You won’t see a crowd of employees and big trucks backing up to loading docks. But you will see her smiling through the day, using a mixer so big that it wouldn’t fit in a closet to stir up the recipes. She has ten flavors now, more when you count seasonal specialties. On the shelf are tubs full of banana chips, chocolate chips, butterscotch, cinnamon, pretzels, cranberries. Admit it, your mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Locally, Blind Spot Nutbutters is found at smaller, niche groceries and stands. Think Brown’s Orchards, Flinchbaugh’s, Sonnewald’s, New Eastern Market, and Zest in Lititz, etc. Click here for the entire list.  Blind Spot is also in New York, Delaware, Maryland.

Check the Facebook event page to find where Nutbutter is going to be next, and take a taste test. And if you’re like Shettel, you won’t even need a piece of toast. As the company slogan says — “There is nothing peanut butter and a spoon can’t fix.”

I’m a longtime PB lover, a kid who grew up on PB&J vacations, summer camps and DIY snacks.  My Dad kept a jar next to his chair and another in his garage workshop. As he watched Ozzie and Harriet at night, he would ‘nurse’ a spoonful during the show. Later, when Dad developed heart problems, the doctor said that would have to stop. Too much fat, he said. “Doctor,” my mother asked, “If he stops eating PB tomorrow, can you guarantee he’ll live another 20 years?”  There were no guarantees, the doc admitted. So Dad continued his PB snack, and he lived another strong 20 years.

Sometimes, it’s about quality of life. And PB.