I'm American, born and bred and I cannot stand peanut butter in any form or fashion. It's disgusting, vile, nasty stuff. I wouldn't eat it if it were the last thing on earth! I do stock it in my house but if you eat it than I ask that you A) Rinse every last ounce of the nasty stuff from your dish/utensil/whatever before leaving it in my sink and B) Brush your teeth/chew gum/something before we have any sort of contact which gets you close enough to breathe on me (and in this I"m referring to close family members, not the coworker who had it for lunch and has to be near me at a meeting...I just hold my breath or breathe shallowly in those situations!). No, I'm not kidding either.
Funny enough - my oldest son tolerates PBJ's (although he never even ate one until he was 3 and it was at a friend's house - not mine) but it's not a food he would just naturally ask for. My middle son has the same loathing for it I do (mine is based on a traumatic childhood experience with the vile stuff - his comes naturally from having tried it and deciding it's vile of his own choosing). And, my youngest son would eat it right out of the jar with a spoon if I'd let him! UGH! LOL!
The hardest thing for me is filling my dog's Kong up with PB. I will beg, bribe, cajole, plead, and do whatever else is necessary to have someone else do it! However, Gyps only gets a PB filled Kong on rare occasions...and only if I'm well stocked up on Milk Bones or Greenies to clean her breath after she has gotten all the peanut butter!!
Ok - I'm done now! LOL!