Sunday, January 9, 2011

France is a Desolate Wasteland (When it Comes to Sandwich Condiments)

All I wanted a peanut butter and jelly English muffin. You wouldn’t think that would be terribly dramatic. However:

Real French Culture Fact #3: They do not really sell peanut butter in France. Sometimes at grocery stores they do, in the “foreign” aisle, next to the soy sauce and the tortillas, but it isn’t a sure thing. If you want some when you are in France, bring your own.

And that is exactly what I did! And that blessed jar of Skippy lasted me… until today. I had been carefully rationing it out once I noted in panic that I was 2/3 of the way finished, but I had slowly chipped away at it by the spoonful until I had scraped the bottom clean. The last time I wanted peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I had swiped the last little bits off the sides. This time, refusing the toss the jar out, I spent literally eight minutes scraping with incredible precision to get the last half of a tablespoon off of the sides and the bottom.

Decide what is geekier: the fact that I did that or the fact that I timed myself.

What can I say? The French have no appreciation for peanut butter, but damn it, I do, and I was desperate. 

Desperate measures.

1 comment:

  1. hahaha i totally know the desperation you must have been feeling lol peanut butter and jelly anything is worth the embarrassment and shame!!