Stéphane, like many French people, is disgusted by peanut butter. I can understand not eating peanut butter because it is so awful for you, but to despise it? I've seen people here eat jellied veal hoof, foie gras—made by force-feeding geese until their livers explode, these huge blobs that are the equivalent of fish hot dogs, cow face, fish egg spread on toast, and the marrow out of animal bones, but peanut butter and root beer are the enemy? Hmmm. I guess I will never be fully integrated into this culture, no matter how much I wish I could be. If anyone that is coming to visit from the States wants to bring me something, make it a jar of Peter Pan, some Reese's Pieces, and an IBC.