Pelican's peanut butter The holiday started well with the joy of not queueing with premium economy and yes, madam would like a bucks fizz thank you very much. Unfortunately, on landing at Miami, the US national paranoia kicked in. After the usual rigmarole of photos and fingerprints, we were then selected for Dept of Agriculture security checks. Yes, really! No, we hadn't come from a farm, no, we weren't going to a farm and no, we weren't carrying any fruit or ...