I've discovered mint Magnum ice cream bars. YUMMM! Having just enjoyed a half pint of Stella (whats her name) ale from the uni pub on my lunch 45-minute hour, I'm feeling better on this Friday afternoon. My husband and I spent a lazy time discussing what we'd do on our vacation next month. I have declared I wish to bring back items I can't find here. Such as......graham cracker crumbs. I have looked and looked for these things and when I ask in the stores if they carry them, I get a blank stare. Ok, so how about onion soup mix? They tend to stare even harder. Or baking cocoa? Well, after searching and searching, it's found where? Not in the baking section but - wait for it - in the coffee and tea section. I don't get it. Ok, so I know my husband will read this, so let me just say for the record that there ARE things I like over here that make up for it. Example: Vanilla Slices (pastry with gooey artificial sweet cream), and battenburg cakes (almond frosting to die for), bacon cheese thingys that are savory and totally rich. It's not always food items - like in atumun when the leaves change color - it rivals the Rockies. And May bank holidays in addition to the 4 weeks vacation at work you just GET without having to earn it as you go.
Which reminds me - I'm going into the city tomorrow to buy early Xmas presents. They don't know about "Christmas in July" sales over here so I may just get away with commercial-free bargins. I also need to get a few item's for Roger's Day.......my husband's answer to Mother's and Father's Day: a day created just for him. The first Sunday in August has been declared to celebrate. After all, it's only fair, right? :)
Oh, yes - on the 4th of July, I made cupcakes with tiny american flag toothpicks in them to celebrate at work. I may be celebrating American independence day but also my return to the motherland. No one seemed to care, as long as there was food. I still have my "proud to be American" posters up in my office. Funny how when you leave your country you suddenly feel very patriotic. Now I know how my mom must've felt when she left England for the States in 1945 as a war bride. Strange to think we've almost swapped lives.
TGIF.
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