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peanut butters of the world: the thailand edition

After almost a week in Thailand you might expect me to write just a little something about our adventures.

Maybe you’d want to know about our arduous pastimes:

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Perhaps you’d like to see a little of Thailand’s hideous, nay, disgusting wilderness:

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I suppose I could write about boring things like speedboat rides and snorkeling in the Ang Thong National Marine Park:

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Or I guess I could describe swimming off a nearly deserted island (if you ignore the swarms of sweaty, plump fellow tourists):

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But instead, I bring you the first installment of what I hope will be an extensive, in depth investigation into (dramatic pause) Peanut Butters of the World. Holler!

Joel and I decided to take a luxurious holiday to kick off our six month overseas trip. After spending a bunch of time being thrifty, saving up and depriving ourselves of lots of things, we wanted to splurge. So, I don’t feel too guilty saying one of my favourite parts of our Thailand trip is breakfast. Every morning we head downstairs for a buffet breakfast, which includes a parade of fruit, French toast, pancakes, pastries, donuts, fried potato (!!), bacon, eggs, omelettes, cheese, yoghurt and lots of different types of bread to toast. It took me a couple of days to try the peanut butter here, because I was too busy dancing on tables eating donuts off every finger between mouthfuls of greasy, crispy potato and fatty bacon. This actually isn’t far from the truth for some of our fellow guests – we’ve seen a grown man smearing Nutella on a chocolate donut and a woman getting a plateful of chocolate croissants, donuts and danishes and taking a tub of Nutella with her to her table.

When I finally had peanut butter on toast, I was a touch disappointed.

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The peanut butter here is called Skippy. I couldn’t read a lot of the label, except that it’s imported from the US and is milked from a kangaroo. It was actually a lot like most of the food we’ve tried here in that it was quite mild, which I suspect is an attempt not to offend any Western tastes. It was smooth, stuck to the roof of my mouth and was creamier than the peanut butter I usually eat. The one thing it was really missing was the actual taste of peanuts. And that, to me, is the ultimate offence. Until next time …

1 Comment on peanut butters of the world: the thailand edition

  1. Julia and Muz
    July 11, 2010 at 3:45 pm (9 years ago)

    Hello Stevie!

    We are sitting in the luxurious surrounds of The Catchelor Pad, Sydney.

    We were on the farm recently. We did not eat any peanut butter, but we are happy to read that you have been. We enjoyed this blog post very much and are glad to read that you are having a marvellous time.

    Tonight we are eating beef stroganoff in your memory. We’ll save some for you. Do you have a forwarding address in the UK?

    Give Joel a firm pat on the bott bott for us.

    Much love,

    Ju-ju and Mooma.

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