thick as peanut butter
I watched as somebody– I presume mother, even though she seemed a little too young for the three she was toting along — though not inconceivable, also could have been the eldest sister and the oldish woman in the seat adjacent somebody else in the family dynamic, who knows? — hand out some peanut butter sandwich, made out of sourdough English Muffins and peanut butter. There was this moment when one of the lads, the toddler in the carriage, half handed it toward someone, half didn’t. The statement was made that the kid wanted to share yet keep the whole thing for himself at the same time.
The site of these three kids eating the peanut butter sandwiches brought to mind this story:
Trying to remove radioactive sludge that is thick as peanut butter clogged a pump and led to a spill at the Hanford nuclear reservation, officials said Tuesday.
Now workers are trying to determine how to clean the worst spill that Hanford’s tank farm area has had in years.
“The release to the environment of this waste material is not acceptable,” Delmar Noyes, of the U.S. Department of Energy at Hanford, told reporters during a conference call.
No workers were contaminated by the radioactivity and the spill was contained within a tiny area near the waste tanks, so it posed no threat to the public, Noyes said. […]
The waste from the bottom of the tank is so lethal “that a cup full of waste would kill everyone in a room in a short period of time,” Pollet added.
Well, if the United States had the same lax standards for food safety as China, the kids might wel be eating Nuclear Sludge Peanut Butter sandwiches — a cheaper way to the same sensation, I suppose.