My mother, Mathilde, was not so much adventurous as curious, so one day when we were children, she brought back from the store a container of something we had never seen before called "jordnoeddesmoer" or better known as peanut butter. Now anything with butter had to be good, because butter to most Danes is like blood to a vampire.
We start with breakfast, on the bread for lunch as a base for whatever else you stack on top, for frying stuff for dinner--the famous 'frikadeller" are best fried in butter--and on toast for the late night cup of coffee. Butter is good, butter is smooth.
Not this......the first bite was pure disaster. it was salty and stuck to the roof of your mouth. This was not butter. No way. Thumbs down from all us kids.
One of my aunts--to make my mother feel less bad I think--said she might try it again some time....
And my mother never bought it again.
It took me a long time after I moved to the USA to give it another try, but now I rather like it. Every two or three years I even get the inkling of a craving for it.
So I think about the first time I tasted it and agree with the assessment we then gave it....it is nothing like good old butter, but as a thing of its own, it is rather good.