PB & J

I've lived in this country my whole adult life (about 14 years already), and I consider this to be my home. I see my 'old' country - Sweden - as my childhood home. Still, being all-American and shit, I just learned to eat peanut butter last week. Certain habits are just hard to pick up.

My sister gave me a look of disgust as she saw me spread the stuff on my sandwich.
"What the hell are you doing??" she yelped.
"Peanut butter!" I responded, and took a big bite. She looked at me incredulously, as if I had just watched a baseball game and enjoyed it.
"It's really not that bad" I tried, "and it has a lot of protein."
She was not convinced: "Just listen to the name... peanut... BUTTER..."

Whatever. It's not like she's holding on to Swedish customs anymore than I am. We both drink coffee on the run (out of paper/plastic deli cups), and we eat out more than we cook at home. But of course, when it comes to life and death issues - like baseball and soccer - we consider the former to be idiotic and the latter to be common sense, like any Swede would. So we have not lost our common sense, though it's been challenged. It's nice to be all-Swedish and shit, too.