I just knew they would hit it off.
My conversations with fellow American expats are always peppered with the woes of French bureaucracy and an insatiable longing for peanut butter. I have recently found my peanut butter fix at Asian grocery stores at a much more reasonable price than alongside the corn syrup and marshmallow Fluff at overpriced American epiceries. However, there is nothing that has me reaching for spoon faster than a 40 (oz) of real American peanut butter. Since choosy moms choose JIF, I just happily received a jumbo jar in the mail from my mother. Matched with a smear of Bonne Maman, the mother of all jams and jellies, I can candidly report that peanut butter & quince jelly translate beautifully to baguette. Kid tested, mother approved gourmandise.
Viva les amoureux!
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