It’s actually a blessing that they don’t, honestly. Their distinct “non-flavor” (that’s the best I can describe them after a decade or more of not having them) is its own thing. While I quite like peanut butter, I fear these would be nauseating with peanut flavoring.
I am reminded of the time I was driving from Minnesota to Kansas with my then 13-year old son, and as we passed through Iowa I said, “See that corn growing outside the fence? That’s man-eating corn, and it’s escaped.”
See, here’s the thing — I’m not actually hearing it in Dolly’s voice. I’m hearing it in the voice of the jacked pit bull character in Aggretsuko who only ever says, “PROTEIIIIN.”
I love How It’s Made — both because it’s interesting and informative, but also because it was soothing enough when a stray sneeze slightly tore a muscle in my side that I could watch it, focus on breathing, and finally fall asleep.
Hell yes, statutory salary caps are absolutely necessary, and tying how high the cap is to how much the lowest paid employee gets would go a long way towards fixing a lot of shit.
While I’m VERY opposed to tax breaks for billionaires and corporations, there is one and only one way I could accept them in limited terms: that they are conditioned on using them to give substantial pay increases to all their employees. Failing that, tax them out of billionaire status.
