a peanut butter story, part II

Yesterday, I ran out of peanut butter. Considering the fact that I sometimes eat peanut butter three times a day here (for breakfast, lunch, and once), this was no laughing matter. While hanging out with a Chilean friend, I did my best to explain the gravity of the situation and convince him to go to the grocery store with me. Our conversation went as follows:

Felipe: Wait. What do you want to do? You need to go to the grocery store right now?

Tara: Yes, I have to do it today. It's very important.

Felipe: What do you need?

Tara: Peanut butter.

Felipe: Peanut...what? You're talking about gringo butter, right?

Tara: Um. I guess so. I need some more.

Felipe: This jar is really expensive. They don't make this in Chile so it has to be imported. Why do you need this again?

Tara: I eat it every day!

Felipe: On what? Crackers?

Tara: No, on bread. With jam. I make sandwiches and bring them for lunch when I have classes.

Felipe: That's not a sandwich.

Tara: It's called peanut butter and jelly!

Felipe: Sandwiches have meat and cheese. And sometimes avocado. How can this be a lunch food? Why are you paying so much money for these peanuts?

Tara: It's very common in the United States.

Felipe: You are such a gringa.