I don’t know if there’s that much resistance to peanut butter and jam, just that a lot of people have never tried it as kids, and it’s not the kind of thing you’d go out of your way to try as an adult. It’s on sale widely enough that eating PB&J can’t be that uncommon; we don’t have enough American ex-pats to justify four different varieties of peanut butter at my local Tesco Express. I know it can be used in marinades, but it’s in the same aisle as jam.
Same here, although we went through a Golden Churn phase (remember that? It even came in a mock plastic butter-churn shaped container). TO be honest, these days I dislike the taste of butter and actively avoid it. I think the only time I have bought butter in the past few years has been if I am cooking a turkey.
So, basically, I’ve been a marge kid since at least the mid 80s.
It refers specifically to the rural accent found in the West Country of England. The best example I can think of is The Wurzels (who actually got to #1 in the UK in the 70s with this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tb63PdPweDc).
It’s usually used as a generic farmer’s accent, so it will have been used in that ad to make people think that the product was particularly British, authentic, rural, etc.
A goober is a peanut. Often it refers to boiled peanuts that are sold on the roadside in Georgia. Georgians are famous for putting goobers in Coca-Cola.
If it were me I’d clap my hands with joy, shouting “oh looby loo!” Last year I paid about $10 for such a jar in a specialty store in England. But then I lived in Texas when I was a kid.
I suspect most Brits would scratch their heads in bemusement, take the lid off, sniff it, pull a face and put the lid back on.
Icelanders don’t do anything that strange to hot dogs; one “with everything” includes a semi-sweet brown mustard, ketchup, “remoulade”*, and fried dried onions.
*This incarnation is something akin to mayonnaise, yellow mustard and relish mixed together, and is only good on hot dogs, IMO.
Growing up, my parents would make grilled cheese by buttering the insides of the bread, assembling the sandwich, buttering the outside of the bread, then frying it in the pan until the cheese melted. This kept it from sticking to the pan and helped it get to gooey consistency.
Urgh, yes, my dad went through a little phase of buying that when I was a kid. We stopped him as soon as we could. Stomach churn, it was called in our house. It was rough.