Peanut Butter and Salsa

This week is the week schools in Málaga celebrate the home town culture.  The school schedules are chock-full of cultural activities, and The Mister's teachers asked if he could bring in some American food as a little cultural demonstration for his 7th and 8th graders.

We thought, and thought, and thought.  The food needed to fit within strict guidelines: be 1.) available in Spain, 2.) not super expensive - the school gave us a budget of 10 euros, 3.) be individual-serving friendly, i.e. doesn't require forks and plates, 4.) not require too much prep work, and 5.) be sufficiently American. Tall order, no?

We took peanut butter and salsa.  I mean, we didn't serve them together.  But we served peanut butter and crackers, and chips and salsa.  The kids went nuts.  

First, we had to explain what these two foreign concepts are and what salsa even IS. They were a bit nervous to try the foods at first - they kept furrowing eyebrows and saying, "now WHAT is this again?!".  They were also pretty worried that the salsa would be spicy (it wasn't in the slightest), because Spaniards, bless their hearts, generally can't handle anything spicier than black pepper without crying out for agua. 

But once they had their first bites, we were off to the races and it turned into something like feeding time in the shark tank.  I'd say the peanut butter had about an 85% success rate, and the ones who didn't like it were mostly walking around moving their mouths around saying "it's just so sticky."  The salsa had about a 104% success rate.  In the end, all that was left was a trail of chips.