Another fun fact. Once I left that shit job it took me almost a year before I could even think about eating PB again. As in just imagining eating it made me ill. I worked in the "lab" doing extremely rudimentary tests on the PB as it was made. So I sat there for 12 hours a day running "tests" on PB. The amount of waste from the lab was sad. Testing the " headspace" you shove a tiny needle through the seal and a machine reads oxygen concentration. PB jars are nitrogen flushed so low oxygen means they have been flushed and sealed properly. You do an entire case every time you run it. Usually once every hour or 30min depending on product specs. You then throw out the perfectly good PB jars because of a small pin prick hole. Can't be reworked or resealed or anything. I have seen pallets full of 5lb PB jars go into the dumpster from just one shift. It hurt to watch.
This is fascinating AF thanks for sharing. Really makes me want to just go roast some peanuts..
Another fun fact. Once I left that shit job it took me almost a year before I could even think about eating PB again. As in just imagining eating it made me ill. I worked in the "lab" doing extremely rudimentary tests on the PB as it was made. So I sat there for 12 hours a day running "tests" on PB. The amount of waste from the lab was sad. Testing the " headspace" you shove a tiny needle through the seal and a machine reads oxygen concentration. PB jars are nitrogen flushed so low oxygen means they have been flushed and sealed properly. You do an entire case every time you run it. Usually once every hour or 30min depending on product specs. You then throw out the perfectly good PB jars because of a small pin prick hole. Can't be reworked or resealed or anything. I have seen pallets full of 5lb PB jars go into the dumpster from just one shift. It hurt to watch.