All* Italians hate peanut butter. Luca has been in this country for almost 10 years now, and it took marrying me for him to even try the stuff.
He hated it. He said it was one of those tastes that Italians just don't understand. Like barbecue sauce. (Though he got past THAT particular aversion remarkably quickly.)
As an American born and raised here, I believe it would actually be illegal for me not to like peanut butter. I kept some in the house and would periodically make a PB&J sandwich. Every now and then, Luca might have a nibble.
And then he would ask me to please make him a sandwich with jelly only. Or Nutella. Did we have any of that?
So you can imagine my surprise when I discovered a few weeks ago that Luca had started keeping jar of peanut butter in his office to make sandwiches when he got hungry at work.
He prefers crunchy.
So today, I decided that I would see how he liked a fluffernutter sandwich. You know, peanut butter with marshmallow fluff. An American classic.
And he liked it.
Congratulations sweetie! You are officially an American.
*By "all" I mean "my husband."
6 Pearls of Wisdom:
He needs to try the Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter I have recently been enjoying.
He doesn't really like dark chocolate (unfortunately). He only likes milk or white chocolate.
i usually have a peanut butter craving every week.
Too bad they didn't make chunky Nutella!
Miso and tofu have yet to grow on my husband.
Hehe I can relate. It took me 15 years to try sushi. Didn't like it. Can you imagine how many people I alienate?
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