From the New York Time's "Peanut Butter With Sticking Power: How Red Wing Became William F. Buckley Jr.'s Favorite Peanut Butter" by David Segal:
Throughout a life of erudite jousting and patrician bonhomie, William F. Buckley Jr. was known as a conservative, a writer, a publisher, a talk-show host, a novelist and an avid sailor. But friends and family would say this biographical summary is incomplete without three more words: peanut butter freak.
Mr. Buckley didn’t just devour the stuff; he rhapsodized about it, telling readers in a 1981 column in National Review, the magazine he founded, that when he first married, he told his wife that he “expected peanut butter for breakfast every day of my life, including Ash Wednesday.”
This lifelong passion was nurtured during Mr. Buckley’s years in an English boarding school, when his father sent twice-a-month care packages that included grapefruits and a large jar of peanut butter. To his astonishment, British pals who shared in his bounty loved the grapefruit and spat out the peanut butter.
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Regardless, the closing of the Fredonia factory can be seen as the head-on collision of this ardent free marketeer’s two great loves: capitalism and peanut butter, or at least one production line of one brand of peanut butter. It’s unlikely that this would have presented a real quandary to Mr. Buckley, if only because at the time of his death, he had a stockpile of Red Wing that his son described as large enough “to see the most determined survivalist through the next Armageddon.”
But the younger Buckley didn’t keep it all.
“The night before his funeral,” he said of his father, “into his coffin I slipped my mother’s ashes, his rosary, the TV remote control — and a jar of Red Wing peanut butter. I’d say no pharaoh went off to the next world better equipped.”