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.
Everything is CHEESE these days..... I guess it goes well with the HAM that Phil and I are dishin' up.
We have had a few problems recently with our computer (and our digital camera...) things are somewhat better, but if you know us can you send us an e-mail so we can get your address again as they were all lost as a result of a fried hard drive. 
