A friend is currently visiting the "big island" and I am not reffering to Hawaii. And so I thought is appropriate to wax poetic about something dear to both of us....
The British crisp - no this is not just another potato chip this is a thing of wonder.
I could literally eat bags of these things, and as per a much beloved movie noted (although at the time they were talking about The Colonel's Chicken) they "have an addictive chemical in them that makes you crave it fort nightly - you smart ass!"
They are "crisp" no doubt, and light and perfectly seasoned and never burnt and "wafer thin" which is just so much more appealing.
In fact I recall that this was one of the strongest cravings I had while pregnant with Eme. Phil happened to be in the UK at the time and so it worked extremely well to have him import several bags of the salt and vinegar variety for me. In fact I remember he met me off the plane with a bag in his hand - ready and anticipating that he would get a much longer greeting if he got that out of the way. In fact between us (3 of us at the time, as Anna was here too) we mad short work of what he brought and so asked a friend that had not come home yet to bring in some more! How pathetic is that. But what a pregnant woman wants - a pregnant woman gets!
To be fair Anna and Phil had a bag or two each and soon realized it would be a far greater punishment than death that would meet he who dared deprive me of my crisps!
And so with that in mind I leave you with this.... but an intageable and tempting reminder.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Does it count if you think about posting?
Just wondering if I can get credit for thinking about my blog - if that is the case then I am the best blogger ever.
I don't think it works like that.....
A few favorites from this years festive season... no one can deny the cuteness.
I don't think it works like that.....
A few favorites from this years festive season... no one can deny the cuteness.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
TRUE LOVES....
:: TEA ::
warm and inviting
presented in tea cups with stories in abundance
coating the insides
and warming the soul
solving problems
and curing what ails you
with milk and sugar
straight up
or with friends
inviting a treat
requiring a sit down
a rest
a breath.
warm and inviting
presented in tea cups with stories in abundance
coating the insides
and warming the soul
solving problems
and curing what ails you
with milk and sugar
straight up
or with friends
inviting a treat
requiring a sit down
a rest
a breath.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Expanding Ones Attributes
It has been a long time since my last post and so to be sure that this is not too boring I shall use the opportunity to answer a "tag" that was passed to me by Muddy Yellow Dog.
:: 6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME ::
1:: I will not leave the house without putting on mascara. I know it sounds vain (and there has been the odd exception), but as a rule I can't see myself the same way without it, so on it goes.
2:: I collect all manner of things - and my husband thinks all of this behaviour is weird, but the strangest thing I tend to collect is bizarre and borderline, well actually sometimes beyond tacky printed fabric - and I can never think of anything to do with it. And so it sits in large bins in my downstairs.
3:: I think that my dead great grandmother is my Guardian Angel. I have felt her presence and can smell her from time to time. (the strongest I ever felt her was after a near disastrous car accident when a Jeep swerved across the road and hopped the meridian sliding within a foot of my door - thanks Nana Payne!)
4:: Despite the fact that my husband and I can rarely communicate about anything without having to clarify the other persons meaning (we speak very differently) we often have the same thought at the same time which is confirmed most often by me stating the thought or asking a directly linked question - this happens on subject matter that is unrelated to prior conversations and can occur when we have not talked for hours)
5:: I hum incessantly. Sometimes it feels a little OCD-ish. I am not always aware of it and sometimes it is inappropriate. I can be caught at any given moment humming up a storm and I will often sing requests, and give mundane directives in my own little tunes.
6:: I was having trouble coming up with this last one - certainly not because there aren't enough weird things about me to talk about, but sometimes they are hard to think of, as I have grown quite accustomed to my own weirdness. So I asked Phil - and he thinks that 1) the fact that I used to eat "nit wit balls" as candy when I was a child on Saltspring Island is weird (very healthy balls made of carob, honey, peanut butter, sesame seed etc... you get the picture) and
2) my obsession with little white buns, cranberry sauce and white turkey the day after Christmas and Thanksgiving.
There you have it.... please feel free to inform me of any weird things you have noticed about me, who knows I might not even know about it yet. There is always room for expanding ones attributes n'est pas?
XO
:: 6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME ::
1:: I will not leave the house without putting on mascara. I know it sounds vain (and there has been the odd exception), but as a rule I can't see myself the same way without it, so on it goes.
2:: I collect all manner of things - and my husband thinks all of this behaviour is weird, but the strangest thing I tend to collect is bizarre and borderline, well actually sometimes beyond tacky printed fabric - and I can never think of anything to do with it. And so it sits in large bins in my downstairs.
3:: I think that my dead great grandmother is my Guardian Angel. I have felt her presence and can smell her from time to time. (the strongest I ever felt her was after a near disastrous car accident when a Jeep swerved across the road and hopped the meridian sliding within a foot of my door - thanks Nana Payne!)
4:: Despite the fact that my husband and I can rarely communicate about anything without having to clarify the other persons meaning (we speak very differently) we often have the same thought at the same time which is confirmed most often by me stating the thought or asking a directly linked question - this happens on subject matter that is unrelated to prior conversations and can occur when we have not talked for hours)
5:: I hum incessantly. Sometimes it feels a little OCD-ish. I am not always aware of it and sometimes it is inappropriate. I can be caught at any given moment humming up a storm and I will often sing requests, and give mundane directives in my own little tunes.
6:: I was having trouble coming up with this last one - certainly not because there aren't enough weird things about me to talk about, but sometimes they are hard to think of, as I have grown quite accustomed to my own weirdness. So I asked Phil - and he thinks that 1) the fact that I used to eat "nit wit balls" as candy when I was a child on Saltspring Island is weird (very healthy balls made of carob, honey, peanut butter, sesame seed etc... you get the picture) and
2) my obsession with little white buns, cranberry sauce and white turkey the day after Christmas and Thanksgiving.
There you have it.... please feel free to inform me of any weird things you have noticed about me, who knows I might not even know about it yet. There is always room for expanding ones attributes n'est pas?
XO
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