Did you say peanut butter?

I have become an addict of peanut butter, there, I said it!

It all started during my pregnancy. Right around the seventh month I developed a crazy craving for peanut-butter-and-jelly toasts (I used Wasa crackers, or any multigrain toasted bread I could get my hands on). Since this addiction started when we were living in Luxembourg, I had no trouble finding GOOD peanut butter. I know ...  Luxembourg?? You see, Luxembourg has these huge supermarkets, and my favourite one - Cactus - carries a Dutch peanut butter named Calvé.

It was deli-i-i-i-i-i-cious ... I had it for breakfast every morning.

Given that I had never showed any interest for peanut butter, I began to think that, in some strange way, my pregnancy had something to do with it. I had a little half-American half Peruvian growing inside me and so the only possible reason why I had begun to have peanut butter cravings was because I had been "Americanized".


Seriously.


During our year in Orlando I was in peanut butter heaven. I became a peanut butter "connoisseur" -  if there is such a thing - and gave my verdict that Simply Jif was ... simply the best: low in sugar, the right texture and the right amount of salt, and not too bad on the calories :)

So forward to today, we live in Lausanne, Switzerland, Sebastian is almost 3 years-old and I am STILL having peanut butter Wasa crackers for breakfast. I love my little routines.

The problem is I cannot - and I cannot stress this enough - I cannot find good peanut butter in Switzerland. I have even "imported" a couple of Calvés from our last visit to Luxembourg. My husband still thinks I am totally insane for having made a stop at Cactus to get the stuff, but I tell you, I am an addict. I have tried every single brand, submitted myself to the extremely sweet "American style" peanut butter from the local supermarket chains (migros and Coop), I have visited all the Bio shops in town and bought all those "just peanut" cream, but sadly they don't do it for me.

I have gone so far, there is even a new budget line called "Peanut butter research"  in the family budget. I am not too proud of that.

A couple of weeks ago, Sebastian and I went to Madrid to meet my parents and visit my sister Brunella. I, of course, escaped to the local Corte Inglés and found a peanut butter brand: Capitán Maní ... I cried (I was laughing too much). I mean, the name was the funniest one I had encounter in my search. Unfortunately for me, this was a pretty good peanut butter and one that was again not available to me in Switzerland.

So, tomorrow during breakfast I will just spread one of the "too salty" (they use sea salt in one of them!) or " too sweet"  or "too creamy and flavorless" brands I have recently accumulated and picture myself having Simply Jif, Calvé or Capitán Maní (laughing really loud now)...