Peanut Power
In August 1976, Tom Miller, a University of Colorado student, pushed a peanut to the top of 14, 110-foot Pikes Peak with his nose. It took him 4 days, 23 hours, 47 minutes and 3 seconds.
Prisoners in a California jail recently went on strike for more peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. They won.
Caught without shaving cream on a camping trip, Sen. Barry Goldwater once shaced with peanut butter. “It’s a darn good lotion,” he says, “if you don’t mind smelling like a peanut.”
Particularly now they have a former peanut farmer in the White House, peanuts are on their way to be coming a national obsession. Americans munch, on average, nearly five pounds of peanuts a year-twice waht they are 15 years ago-more than half of this being gobbled up as peanut butter. Underground gourmets slather the “people’s pate” on tuna-fish or livermurst sandwiches, chili beans, meatballs, hot dogs, grilled hot corn, apples, bananas, celery, carrot sticks, pickles and pancakes.
As a buttery spread, the peanut has flown to the moon on space shots. In soup, it is served at New York’s elegant Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. As an oil, it is a base for everything from penicillin to axle grease, metal polish, and hundreds of other products, in cluding dynamite, Scientists have even found a high-pressure, high-temperature method for convering the peanut’s carbon content into industrial diamonds.
Last October, the National Peanut Festival in Dothan, Ala, drew 300,000 peanut enthusiasts. During the festival parade down Dothan’s main street, a concrete mixer spewed thousands of peanuts to the cheering throng. But the high point was a white Plymouth sedan with a gasturbine that ran on peanut oil. Even resist an occasional rendezvous with peanut butter.

