If you look deep, deep into my center of my American soul, you will find that it’s not composed of car owning or monolingualism or even rock n roll.
It’s filled with peanut butter.
Australians have their Vegemite and the Swedes have their Muesli and the whole of Europe has their Nutella. But I am American, and my heart pumps, not red blood like yours but thick, chunky, light-brown swirls of peanut butter.
In previous posts, I’ve claimed that this love of the ground peanut is my number one American qualifier. I’ve gone so far as to consider a peanut butter tattoo, which I envision coming complete with a traditional-style banner that reads: “From my cold dead hands.” I effing love the stuff, and I miss it dearly when I travel. Usually, when homesickness and the craving for healthy fat gets the better of me, I search and search for a jar to no avail.
So imagine my sheer delight when I found this little gem of patriotism staring out from the shelf at me:
Not only is it delicious and nutritious, it comes with a prominent display of national pride. Now that’s what I call proper marketing.
Lonely Girl Travels 
My favorite is peanut butter AND Nutella. Spread on toast. Add one glass of milk, and you’re that much closer to heaven.
Haha! You are right on! Just spent 2 years in the Republic of Macedonia and I came to the same conclusion; PB is definitely an American qualifier. I could find it there (although the product quality was questionable) in the supermarket in Skopje, but nowhere though. Not many locals could get into it though.
Oh god, I had that stuff while teaching in South Korea. In fact, I think it is the staple peanut butter for most of the Asians. Maybe they use different recipes for making it in Cambodia but that stuff in Korea was very tasteless and overly processed.
Did you ever find any other type of PB while in Cambodia? Skippy you can find sometimes.