One of the snacks at Elyse's party this week was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We made them especially for our British friends who came to the party. Apparently, peanut butter and jelly isn't a staple there like it is here. Actually, the thought of it totally grossed them out. It wasn't "Well that would be a strange combination" but rather "Tasting PB&J would be like licking the bottom of someone's feet."
We made them try it anyway and here's a picture of Steve giving it a taste. As you can tell, he was not a fan! No wonder the pilgrims decided to leave England. Any place without PB&J is no place for me.