Peanut Butter = Life (Apparently)

I hate bananas. Perhaps that's an odd place to begin a post about peanut butter, but I really, really do. I hate bananas. I dislike banana bread, too. That's the only other thing I can think of that has bananas, but I'm certain if it tastes like bananas, I won't enjoy it.
Now, I'm not a food snob. If I'm hungry, and someone says, "Well, shucks. All I've got is a banana," I'll probably accept the banana. But I haven't had a banana in something like three years. If I'm hungry enough to eat a banana, I eat an apple instead.
But on my way back from Vancouver (I missed the Olympics but was also too early for the Paralymics, a huge fail, I know) to my hometown, I sat in an aeroport at fife thirty in the morning, looking down at an aeroport meal that made McDonald's look gourmet (I don't what they did to that poor bagel, but I'm certain it was edible at some point. The family of the bagel was notified, and they identified it as completely ruined just before I tossed it out).
My mother, however, decided to have the green-yellow-brown banana sold at the same place (at a 600% profit to what they must have paid for it, I might add). She asked if they had peanut butter, and of course the lady behind the counter said no.
When we sat down, my mother launched into a rant about how peanut butter equals life.
Apparently, peanut butter has all the proteins and nutrients and zinc supplements one needs to live. My mother says little kids in Ethiopia (which is preparing for famine) are force fed peanut butter to fend off malnutrition. People back in the World Wars, when they rationed food, were force fed peanut butter for the same reason.
Cause peanut butter is amazing, I guess.
My mother ranted about this for a good twenty minutes, and somehow she worked in cod liver oil and William Shatner in a way that made sense at the time, but now the logic escapes me and I shan't include that in this post in anymore detail than I already have.
On a side note, we were about to land in Toronto before needing to catch our next flight home, when the captain comes on the overhead speakers and says, "Sorry about the delay in the flight, ladies and gentlemen. We were experiencing some trouble with one of our computer programmes, but it's all fixed up now. Also, thank you for your patience with the turbulence we experienced pretty much all flight. As we begin our decent in to Toronto, we'd just like to take this opportunity to remind all of you where the emergency exits are... Thanks for flying with Air Canada, and we hope you get to fly with us again someday."
Thanks, Captain. That makes me feel safe. Real safe.