We try not to spend too much time whining about the foods we can’t get here, that we miss from back in the USA. There are plenty of great Bosnian dishes we enjoy, and it’s no help to anyone, let alone us, to sit around complaining.
But possibly the one longing I could never get over was for real, all-natural peanut butter. Those of you who know me (Deron) know that I consume peanut butter like your big American SUV consumes gas. Rapidly, and in large quantities.
But it’s not a popular item here, and the few you can find are quite expensive and more like Skippy. I long to share with our Bosnian friends the delights of all-natural PB. Now, peanut butter is one of those things that is expensive to mail, and doesn’t fit our packing standard (it has a quite low longevity-to-weight ratio). For a long time I’ve meant to look for a quality food processor that we could grind our own peanuts with, but have never pulled the trigger. Our cheapo one couldn’t handle it. So basically we do without.
But upon returning to Bos this time I was more determined. Tonight on a whim I pulled out a simple handheld immersion mixer a friend gave us and went to work on some peanuts. Added some oil and then honey to offset their oversaltedness, and BAM. No, seriously, BAM. Jess took one bite and her eyes grew to silver-dollar size. I was dancing in the living room.
Coming up for dinner tonight: PB&Js!
And now on to learning to roast our own coffee beans…
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| Yes, the yield was small, but I was dealing with the tiny bit we had on hand. And check the quality…look at those nuggets, and the color! There’s a business opportunity here. |
Notes from the Edge 