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Thursday, 25 December 2008

Christmas Dinner

Christmas dinner, as promised, though very very late.





The Christmas turkey, which we cooked in the Crockpot. It came out really nice. Stephen even commented on how it came out looking browned on the top, as though we had roasted it in the oven.





The turkey ready to eat.





Brandied sweet potato casserole. No pecans, and the marshmallows here are different. They melt into liquid quickly, and brown, but never puff up. I'll have to practice this recipe.





Our veggies - fresh asparagus and Brussels sprouts. Very nice, though I did a little too well at making sure they were fresh and crunchy. The asparagus was perfect, but the sprouts could have used a bit more steaming.





Lovely mashed potatoes. The debate in our house was whether we were having mashed or roasted potatoes. I wanted mash, Stephen roasted. He graciously let us have mash this year. I'll have to return the favour.





Stuffing balls. I don't think they are as good as the stuffing we would make in the States, but they are nice.





The wine Stephen chose for us. It was nice, for wine. I am not a big wine drinker. He enjoyed it, though.





Our dinner table. soon before we sat down. In addition to the pictures you've seen, there was cranberry sauce and a really lovely giblet gravy that might well have been the best giblet gravy I have ever made. And notice that there is no stuffing on the table. That is important, because when I realised it was missing, I went back to get it...





...and came back to find someone had snuck onto my chair! This is Jamina, and I was so excited that I screamed and threw the stuffing balls into the air. Scared Ashley badly because she had not seen Stephen sneaking Jamina into the room.





My completed giraffe family, cuddling together on the chair. Jamina, Jo-Jo, Girard, and Jonah, from left to right.


I have been thinking a lot about giraffes and writing and stories, and I am so tempted to start writing stories based on my giraffe family. I will tell you more about Jamina soon, as she has quite a distinct personality, as does Jonah, and there is a lot to tell. Until then, I am missing all of you and plugging along with this degree. I must confess that I am so tired. So very very tired.

Thursday, 27 November 2008

I'm shouting it!

Happy Thanksgiving!


We had tuna for dinner. :)

Thursday, 14 August 2008

The Post-Trip Update (A Long Time Coming...)

Well, it is about time that I catch you all up on what is going on in my neck of the woods.

The trip to the States was nice. I enjoyed seeing my family. I enjoyed spending time with Tristan. I enjoyed the weather and driving on the right side of the road. Tristan’s birthday was wonderful, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that he is 7 years old. That is practically grown up.

Boo had a bit of a hard time with the amount of time he was with me. It is so hard for kids to transition back and forth, and he was very homesick. I understood: I was homesick too. I didn’t expect to be, but I was.

We did quite a bit of shopping, and Ashley should be all set up with new clothes and new glasses for the year. Tristan got a lot of new clothes too, and I even splurged and ended up with some new work clothes and a few tops. I stocked up on things I can’t get in the United Kingdom; things like Malt o’Meal, corn syrup, and green chiles. To be honest, I didn’t foresee that packing two empty suitcases wouldn’t be enough, but after I left Ashley 3 boxes of Malt o’Meal to bring back with her, I only had ½ lb. to spare in 1 suitcase. The other was packed up tight and exactly as heavy as it was allowed to be without paying extra.

There is a story to go along with the topic of suitcases: in London before I left Stephen and I discovered that one of the wheels on my large suitcase was almost broken. We readjusted the packing, and the plan was for me to have it repaired in El Paso. Well, El Paso does have a repair shop that does not service my type of luggage under warranty, so I had to pay for it myself. Plus, they couldn’t give me a time line because they had never worked with that company before and were not sure how it all was going to happen. 3 days before my flight home I called them to find that they had sent a wheel, and it was the wrong side, then sent another one that did not fit. The put a different brand's wheel on it as a stopgap for me.That wheel didn’t even make it to my landing in London, for when I got the luggage off the luggage rack, the wheel was completely gone. So the 2 hour trip home from Gatwick airport involved a 50 pound huge suitcase with an essential wheel missing, and another 50 pound suitcase, plus a backpack and a laptop bag. By the time Stephen met me in Canterbury, 2/3 of the way home, I was exhausted and sore, and the wheel on the smaller bag was broken. By the time we actually got home, it was trashed. There is a lesson here:Pierre Cardin luggage is rubbish.I hope Ashley does not have the problems getting back that I did.

There is an ending to the computer story from an earlier post also. My computer did not arrive back in time, though it was en route. (A few more days and it would have made it back in time.) They allowed me to exchange it, and I had the amount of money that I originally paid for the old laptop. Since laptop prices have gone down significantly in the last few years,I have a new high-end laptop, and I only had to pay the amount of the 3 year extended warranty that even covers accidents.It was a small investment for a new laptop. I ended up with a Sony Vaio, which apparently Sarah and some other family members also have. Stephen approved, and is happy with the choice.He occasionally putters on it and seems content.

Let’s see… what else. For my birthday, Dan and Christie gave me a Palm Pilot, and it is being put to good use. Stephen was quite happy to find 300 or so games to put on it. It is synched with our home computer, and he is still looking into ways to connect it with my Google calendar. There is time yet to figure it out. The airline didn’t care at all about my birthday, and actually didn’t even look closely enough at my passport to discover that I was flying on my actual birthday. The man at airport security noticed, though, and told me to have a nice day because of it. I got lucky in sitting on the plane, too. The first short flight from El Paso to Houston, the man who was sitting in MY aisle seat told me that he was ‘packing heat’ and then showed me his gun. He was a federal marshal. He didn’t give up my aisle seat, so I sat in the window. Thank goodness for scopolamine, because otherwise I would not have been able to get to the toilet. The flight from Houston to London I was sitting next to a very nice gentleman flying to Dubai for a skiing trip. He was very friendly… but took off his shoes thus releasing intense foot smell, had severe body odor, and snored emphatically the entire flight. He must have slept very well. I didn’t.

Jet lag has been kicking my tush. I am still having a hard time falling asleep at night and waking up in the morning.

The house unpacking thing is coming along, slowly but surely. Poor Stephen must have been just drowning in boxes. I am not yet comfortable posting pictures of the new house, but I intend to eventually.

Ashley should be getting her A-level results in the next few days. I’ll let you know how she did.

I cut my hair. It ended up being between 8 and 10 inches chopped off. To be honest, no one has noticed.

Stephen left yesterday for his 10 day family holiday in Austria. I have to be honest and state that the biggest reason I didn’t prioritise an ‘I’m home’ post was because of wanting to cram in as much time as possible in the 5 days that we were both home together. Being in the house completely alone is a little nerve wracking, but I am surviving. I know things will get done around the house because there is just nothing else to do. And work is nice because it means that I have something to do during the day rather than just sit at home and mope. I have been invited to a BBQ this weekend, and may go. Plus, as of today there is a first aid class I am being sent on in another city.

So Stephen comes home on the 25th or so, Ashley comes home a few days after that, and then we all gear up for school again. Fun fun, I tell you. But being my last year of school for a little while, I can suck it up.

Tuesday, 8 April 2008

Captain Bubbles. Topic: Birthday on Mars

April sixth, 2008: First mission, wake up. It is a difficult task, but the Captain can handle it. Oops, she fell back asleep.... OH NO! The base has been infiltrated by aliens! They're approaching the bed, AND THE CAPTAIN IS STILL ASLEEP!!!! They've climbed aboard the bed, it looks like a tag-team attack, and... whats this? They're CUDDLING THE CAPTAIN! She's not going to be sleeping on the job anymore, I can tell you that much! Alien M has decided the situation looks Under control for Alien S, She goes off to cook, oh watzitcalled... Ah yes! Breakfast! Some strange alien custom that is quite wierd but very appealing. Captain Bubbles thinks she might get a few more minutes of shut-eye, but guess what??!! It's snowing!!!! Snowing? It's never snowed on the Captain's birthday, she really is on an Alien planet! [Dum dum DUM]

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Strange ways in the Alien Homebase. Breakfast included Quail Eggs... They tasted fine, the Captain didn't detect any poison.... So far, so good. No assasination attempts, and a hot yummy breakfast in the tummy. The aliens brought over recruites... The Alien Crew is what I'll call them. They were watching the Captain.... she could feel it. They did bring peace offerings though, Books, the Captains' soft spot. Even Alien M and Alien S gave Captain Bubbles this strange offering... she soon found out it was because she was getting OLD! Well, Older.

Bubbles sat with the Aliens for a communal dinner, they were quite nice to have around. They had Spaghetti, With Asparagus! 'They must be buttering me up for something', she thought. 'How could they know my favorite dish?? Oh ya, I told them. Now it's time for Cake?' It was a marvelous cake, with Ducks and Frogs and Trees and a giant river, there were flowers and little penguin decorations for the Captain to eat. Yay for the Captain, she should do this getting older stuff more often. It pays well! It was a magic cake, after eating it, everyones mouths turned GREEN! and Blue, and it was so strange! Thankfully nothing was toxic, the Captian checked. The books were addicting, it's only two days later and Captain Bubbles has finished two of them!



















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Overall the Captain was pleased, besides being older, she's still alive, in good health (maybe a little fat from all the food there was) and has come to the conclusion that maybe she should have birthdays with Aliens more often!



















Alien S.



















Alien M.

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Captain Bubbles!

Wednesday, 26 March 2008

The Story of Mr. Dan, Mr. Man, and the Girls.

Once upon a time there was a Girl who moved so very far away from her family and friends, and she missed them very very much.


She lived with a lovely man. Mr. Man, as a matter of fact. He was sweet and kind, and took very good care of the Girl. But he, too, lived so very far away from all of her family and friends.


Even the younger Girl, the daughter-Girl, was sometimes sad at the sheer distance between where she was and where everyone else was.



All of the friends and family missed them too, and for most of them, it was a very sad thing, but there was nothing that they could do except threaten to kidnap the daughter-Girl and to send little packages that reminded Mr. Man and the Girls that they were loved, adored, and missed.

But for some of the friends and family, there was a PLAN brewing.

You see, Mr. Dan was a teacher. He taught other kids that were about the same age as the daughter-Girl. And Mr. Dan thought that those kids needed to SEE THE WORLD. (And learn about Shakespeare.)


So Mr. Dan made arrangements for those kids to see the world... and he made sure they started right near the place where Mr. Man and the Girls were... in London!

Everyone was so excited when he told them. Mr. Boo wrote letters and drew pictures and packed them very carefully into a package for Mr. Dan to bring. Ms. Christi went shopping for TONS of frivolous things that the Girls missed from home and packed them carefully into a package for Mr. Dan to bring. Mr. Zach made sure to drool on everything that Ms. Christi bought before it was packed, just to make sure that he sent his love too, then helped to pack it all into a package for Mr. Dan to bring. Had more people known about Mr. Dan's trip, he might not have had room for his clothes at all. He might have had to wear the boxes of macaroni and cheese and cans of green chile , Ranch dressing powder, and enchilada sauce as trousers and wrap them in the wax paper to keep warm.

It was cold and rainy when Mr. Dan and his kids arrived. They were 24 hours too late for the snow, and it might have been a good thing, too, as desert coats are not as warm as coats of wool. It didn't take long at all for Mr. Dan to to boot the kids to the curb and want to meet up with Mr. Man and the Girls. He even set a place - Piccadilly Circus.


What with travel time and Mr. Man and the Girls trying to walk to Oxford Circus, it took a while before the meeting-up actually happened. But when it did, there was lovely goodness. Everyone was so Happy to see each other! Mr. Dan and Mr. Man shook hands, very proper like. But the Girls squealed and hugged and chittered in delight.


It had been a long trip for Mr. Dan, and it was lunchtime, so the group of chittering, excited Girls and the two very accommodating Misters went to Chinatown for lunch.


Chinatown was fun. The daughter-Girl particularly liked the roasted ducks that hung in each and every shop window, commenting on their delightful crunchiness and utter uselessness as creatures of the wild.*


After a delightful lunch in which Mr. Dan and the Girl exchanged bags of goodies (the Girl sent tea and English biscuits and Ms. Christi sent Malt O' Meal) and Mr. Man artfully ate not only HIS lunch, but also Mr. Dan's (without his even noticing, actually,) the decision was made to take a tourist-y type trip to the London Eye.


Mr. Dan was scared.

Mr. Dan had grave misgivings about the safety of said Eye, and about his inherent ability to remain cognoscente during it's uppermost route. But the Girls were persistent, and when Mr. Man bought the tickets, there was no backing out for Mr. Dan. All he could do was grin and bear it.


Once Mr. Dan, Mr. Man, and the Girls were in the Eye, daughter-Girl kindly offered to hold Mr. Dan's hand. She is a sweet one, that daughter-Girl. Mr. Dan thanked her, but decided to be VERY brave and said that someone had to take many pictures or no one else would believe that he had actually managed to do it.


Mr. Dan got more and more brave as the Eye circled, and soon, with only minimal moral support from Mr. Man, was looking out of the glass wall.


And only moments after that, Mr. Dan was an old pro, taking pictures and chit-chatting, and not bothered by the height in the least.


They saw many things from the sky.

They saw Parliament and Big Ben...


... and buildings with green tops.


But no matter how much Mr. Dan tried, he just could not see Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. Mr. Man couldn't see his mum's house either. So they were both disappointed. The Girls weren't disappointed, though... they had Mr. Dan and Mr. Man to look at.

After the Eye, the quarto were almost out of time for their visit. They decided to go for a walk. They found, to daughter-Girl's delight, the soldier who never blinks or moves. She was sad that he didn't have on the clothes she'd imagined him having, and she was far too well behaved to go and try to make him react, but she watched and giggled at all of the other people who stood in front of him making silly faces or doing silly things to try and get a response. They didn't... he never moved a muscle.


After a few short Underground rides, and a bit of coffee, it was time to say goodbye. Everyone was sad, except daughter-Girl, who instead really was hoping that she would know some of the kids that Mr. Dan was meeting, and even more secretly hoping that Mr. Dan would have her talk to the other kids. But alas, that was not to happen. What WOULD happen, however, was that daughter-Girl would take her own train home (the first time by herself, even) earlier than Mr. Man and the Girl, and that Mr. Man would leave his 'brolly in the coffee shop, thus requiring a return trip.

It was a wonderful day and a wonderful visit. And the most exciting thing for Mr. Dan? Says he, "I'm actually going to make it into your blog?! Wow!"

THE END

*Ashley's favourite animals are ducks, and she was actually devastated by the windows of roast ducks. She absolutely refused to go into and eat at any of the shops that had roast ducks hanging in their window.

Magical Recipes that Kids Want!

I have a big post coming as soon as Ash gets me pictures... but in the meantime I have been pressed for copies of these recipes. These were the goodies that I took to the kids and staff at the school that I was doing a placement at, and since I have been typing it up for 50 bazillion emails to them, I figured I might as well share with you too. This is the British-ised version. I'll highlight the American translation. (Warning... this is the Amy-translated British-ised version. It probably is a very poor quality translation into British English. They, poor souls, are probably staring at these recipes completely lost and confused. Oh well. I did my best.)

Multi-grain Snickerdoodles

Yield: 38 cookies
Baking temperature: 177 degrees Celsius (350 degrees Fahrenheit)
Baking time: 12 to 14 minutes

Dough:
6 oz (3/4 cup) unsalted butter
10 1/2 oz (1 1/2 cup) demerara sugar (raw sugar)
2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon orange juice
2 large eggs
4 5/8 oz (1 1/3 cup) whole rolled oats (not porridge oats) ground in a food processor
4 oz (1 cup) whole barley flour
3 oz (3/4 cup) strong wholemeal flour (stoneground 100 % whole wheat flour)

Coating:
2 3/8 oz (1/3 cup) caster sugar (regular white sugar)
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

Preheat the oven to 177 degrees Celsius . Line 2 cookie sheets with parchment (or use a baking stone.) Cream the butter, demerara sugar, baking powder, salt, and vanilla in a large bowl. Beat in the orange juice and eggs, scraping the bowl, then add the oats, barley flour, and wholemeal flour, beating until well combined. Refrigerate the dough, covered, overnight.

To prepare the coating, combine the caster sugar and the cinnamon in a large plastic bag.

Roll the very cold dough, by the tablespoon, into balls. Drop the balls, 6 or so at a time, into the plastic bag. Gather the bag closed at the top, trapping some air inside. Shake gently to coat the balls with sugar. Place them on the prepared cookie sheets and flatter to about 1/2 inch thick, using the bottom of a clean, dry glass. Repeat until you have used all the dough.

Bake the cookies, reversing the pans midway through (top to bottom and bottom to top) until they are beginning to brown around the edges, about 12 to 14 minutes. Remove the cookies from the oven and transfer them to a rack to cool.

NUTRITION INFORMATION (1 cookie, 27 grams):
9 g whole grains, 109 calories, 4 g fat, 2 g protein, 6 g complex carbohydrates, 11 g sugar, 1 g dietary fiber, 21 mg cholesterol, 66 mg sodium, 33 mg potassium, 34RE vitamin A, 26 mg calcium, 57 mg phosphorus.

Multi-grain Sailor Jacks

Yield: 1 dozen muffins
Baking temperature: 191 degrees Celsius (375 degrees Fahrenheit)
Baking time: 20 to 23 minutes

Raisin and spice mixture:
3 1/2 oz (1/2 cup) demerara sugar (raw sugar)
3 3/4 oz (1/2 cup) packed muscovado sugar (brown sugar)
4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground ginger
3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
8 oz (1 cup) water
3 oz (1/2 cup ) currents (raisins)
1 1/2 oz (2 tablespoons) treacle (black strap molasses)

Muffin Batter:
4 oz (1 cup) strong wholemeal flour (stoneground 100% whole wheat flour)
1 5/8 oz (1/2 cup) oat flour
1 3/4 oz (1/2 cup) whole rolled oats (not porridge oats)
1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda (baking soda)
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
2 3/8 oz (1/8 cup) olive oil
1 large egg

Glaze:
2 oz(1/2 cup ) icing sugar (powdered sugar)
2 teaspoons fresh lemon or sour orange juice
1 teaspoon milk

Preheat the oven to 191 degrees Celsius. Lightly grease a muffin tin or line it with papers. Coat the papers with nonstick baking spray.

TO MAKE THE RAISIN AND SPICE MIXTURE
Place the ingredients in a medium saucepan and cook, stirring occasionally, over medium heat, until the mixture comes to a boil. Simmer for 5 minutes, then remove from the heat and let cool, overnight if desired.

TO MAKE THE BATTER
Which together the flours, oats, bicarbonate of soda and baking powder in a medium mixing bowl. Add the cooled raisin and spice mixture, oil, and egg. Stir just to combine. (Don't beat the batter or it will turn tough.)

TO BAKE THE MUFFINS
Scoop the batter into the prepared muffin pan, filling each cup about 3/4 full. Bake the muffins until a cake tester inserted into the center comes out clean, about 20 to 23 minutes. Remove from the oven and allow the muffins to cool in the pan for about 15 minutes, then turn them out onto a cooling rack to finish cooling.

FOR THE GLAZE
Mix all ingredients until smooth, and drizzle over the cooled muffins.

Nutrition Information: (1 glazed muffin, 85 grams):
18 g whole grains, 245 calories, 7 g fat, 3 g protein, 19 g complex carbohydrates, 3 g dietary fiber, 18 mg cholesterol, 329 mg sodium, 183 mg potassium, 9RE vitamin A, 1 mg vitamin C, 2 mg iron, 64 mg calcium, 131 mg phosphorus.

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

Another ni(e)ce video, and the requested come-to-visit-bring-stuff list.

Hmm... where to start today. How about this:


Angel sings to Mamie... in Spanish!



Now, I am not entirely sure that I am comfortable with this, but Christie did ask for me to please post my list-of-things-I-can't-get-here-and-really-wish-that-I-could. And since she asked me so nicely, I suppose I will. Just note, thais is in no way a solisitation. I am not begging you to send me things. This is my shopping list for when I visit home in the summer. So Christie and Dan, you DO NOT have to bring anything with you at all. Except you. Because if you came and forgot yourself... well, that would just be wierd.

Amy's US Shopping List

  • Paper stick Q-tips (I dont care what kind, so long as they have a paper stick. The ones here are all plastic and they bend and my ears are SO itchy!)
  • Green Chile and anything containing green chile, all heat levels, including superfireeatitanddie
  • Campbells Golden Mushroom Condensed Soup
  • Hot Cheetos (for Ashley)
  • Malt-o-Meal or Cream of Wheat (I no longer care which)
  • Hatch green enchilada sauce, medium
  • masa harina preparada (for corn tortillas)
  • Bear Creek Minestrone soup mix (again, for Ashley)
  • Lucas Mexican tamarind candies (Oh, I miss those!)
  • Kraft Spirals macaroni and cheese
  • light corn syrup
  • wax paper
  • Hidden Valley Ranch powder packets (easier to transport, etc... I can mix it up myself.)
That is all that I can think of that might be reasonable to bring in. But again, this is not a solisitation.

On a completely different note, I have begun adding a list of my family and friends blogs on the sidebar. If you want your blog added, let me know. If you have a blog I dont know about, and dont want me to add it, let me know that too. (That way I can read it myself.) If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.

Now... time for lesson planning. Nighty-night!

Thursday, 27 December 2007

All I want for christmas is my two front teeth...

I have SO much to tell you all, so hold tight for this super-long edition of the Family Blog!

PART 1: Cinderella ain't got nothin' on me!

Some friends of Stephen's got married just recently, and as his invitation was for him and his partner, I got to go! (Never mind his repeated threats to take his former colleague. heehee.) We had an ongoing thing... I had been pestering him for a dress up night while he had been calling me a silly girl and telling me that only girls like doing the dress-up thing. Needless to say, a wedding was a perfect opportunity. We both had to dress up.

The wedding was to be held... wait for it... in a castle! And there was going to be dancing! It was a masked ball! I can't help but wriggle with excitement right now, and all this happened a few weeks ago. There was a rush to make masks, because Amy apparantly does not buy masks, and looks for any and every opportunity to play with plaster of paris. Stephen's mask was Herne the hunter, a fur covered stags face with a leather nose, and mine was a dryad, covered in ivy, moss, and bark. I made an ivy boutonniere for his suit, and an ivy coronet with tendrils for me. I curled my hair and wore it long.


His suit was gorgeous; it even had a waistcoat, and his tie matched my dress perfectly. My dress was a green floor length gown (which had to be taken in 2 inches!) that looks purple in the right light.


The castle is called Lympne (pronounced Limb) castle, and is in Kent, about 45 minutes from where I live. It is lovely. It was dark and cold when we arrived... so I didn't get to see the outside from a distance, but we did a little bit of sneaking around the empty parts of the castle.

Parts of the castle are as old as the 13th century. If you want to look at their website, go HERE.

The dancing was a Céilidh (pronounced Kay-lee), which is an Irish-Gaelic Barn Dance. Stephen, of course, said that he doesn't dance. He was the most handsome man at the wedding, he took my breath away all night, and he did so dance with me. At one point, during a dance that sent us off in 2 different directions, he hunted me down so that I would end up dancing with him. As much as I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of me, either.

We drank A LOT of wine, got home very very late, and could not stop commenting on how wonderful the other had looked. It was a magical night. I must be a princess.


PART 2: The Craziness Lead-Up and Tamale Goodness

The last time he wwent to London, Stephen went out of his way to hunt down a little shop that carries Mexican items, and bought me some masa harina and dried New Mexican red chiles. All so I could make tamales for Christmas. I decided that it would be even more fun if I invited along some friends, so the Sunday before Christmas, I invited Sam and Rob to come and make cookies and tamales with me. We ended up with 2 dozen tamales, berlinerkranzen, vanilla kipferls, peanut butter cookies, gingerbread cookies, sugar cookies (decorated, of course), and ladies fingers. There was so such, even after they had been split 3 ways. The tamales were sweet, with coconut, pecans, pineapple, and raisins. Having never made masa preparada before, it was an adventure. Of the 3 batches we made, we actually got 2 of them to float. The third... well, we just pretended it floated when Stephen took a drop of it and squished it flat and lay it across the top of the water. Even Ashley got in on the fun, by helping to paint sugar cookies, and of course, eating them.

That means that there were all of those cookies, tamales, an apple pie, and a sweet potatoe pie for Christmas dinner. Yum.

Now if I could just get over the homesick bit.

PART 3: Merry (insert holiday here) to All...

Merry Christmas to all of my family and friends. I miss you all. A lot.

Ok, so maybe this wasnt as long as I thought it would be.

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...

A few days ago I promised you something. Things are very different here, and I am sure you want to know what I miss and what I don't. I thought about just posting a list, but I'm too verbose for something that simple.

The Good:

Biscuits
Even though I think I will never figure out what the difference is between a cookie and a biscuit, I find that there are biscuits here that are quite yummy. Garibaldi biscuits are nice, and there are these super nice crinkle top ones that go all creamy when you dip them in tea. Yum.

Public Transport
A maybe-friend and I were discussing the public transport system just yesterday. He was whinging (that means whining) about how bad the public transport system is here. Compared to the US, it is phenomenal. Trains and buses are available not only to take you across the city, but to other cities as well. Yes, it's a bit pricey... but London is only an hour and a half away, plus no driving on the wrong side of the road in traffic. Works for me.

Scenery
Not only are the natural bits, like trees and river, lovely, but so are the buildings. And the masses of people are so diverse, speak so many different languages, that sometimes I can close my eyes and just let the sounds of it wash over me. I imagine that is what a distant galactic airport would sound like. But this is much prettier than I imagine a galactic airport to be. Galactic airports would be far more smelly too, I think.

Lunch with Stephen
I have been the only one not at work/in school (I start tomorrow), and have thus had the fun of being able to go and have lunch with Stephen every day. It is a lovely walk (with the exception of the Hell-Hill, see The Bad) and the weather has been quite nice. Plus there is often one or two of his friends around, and they have made me feel very accepted, which was unexpected and is quite pleasant.

Curry
I love Indian food... and there are a lot of really awesome Indian restaurants to tempt me. Curry is a VERY popular food in England; chicken tikki masala is considered the national dish. every single one of you should go right now and have a curry. But I'm not buying.

Foot Cuddling
Having someone special to cuddle feet with me at night is awesome. I have had significantly fewer nightmares (2 weeks without even 1... yay!) and I feel like a weight is gone from my chest. Living alone was fun, I suppose... but not for me. I was scared a lot. Scared enough that I was so used to how it felt to be scared that I didn't notice the fear. I notice that it is gone, though.

Fast Food Franchises
There are hardly any, compared to the States, where fast food has invaded every corner and you can't go 100 feet before running into another fast food joint. Here, there is 1 McDonalds, 1 Burger King, and 1 Subway. And the buildings they are in are a bit less obtrusive. It is much easier to pretend that fast food doesn't exist here.

Gathering
I sometimes feel a little bit like a pre-historic woman in that there is food growing on the sides of roads all over the place. Brambles with blackberries, currents, apples, figs... all of them just grow wild. I walk along with a basket sometimes and just gather. I can't wait until the summer... blackberry jam and pudding and ice cream and pancakes... anything I can think of to do with the little buggers. I have already dried rosehips, and there is rosemary and lavender.. all wild.


The Bad:

Washing Machines
We have a washing machine, and it is an awesome little device designed to conserve electricity and use minimal water... but it takes 2 hours to wash. It is a washer/dryer combo, which in theory is nice... but it only dries 1/2 a load at a time, and takes another 2 hours to do it. So I hang laundry... in the house. That's what happens when you live in a flat. Someday I aspire to have a garden (that's a backyard to ya'll) with a line for hanging laundry. Lap of luxury.

Hell Hill
The walking path up to Stephen's work is lovely... except for this 1/2 mile stretch of hill. Straight line up the steep hill stretch. Oh-my-god-I-think-I-might-die-before-I-reach-the-top stretch. They say walking things like that are supposed to get easier with time. Well, I ask them... how much time? It's been 2 weeks already and I still feel like my calves are going to fall off! Walking down it is really nice, though.

Tomato Sauce
It is not the concept of tomato sauce that bothers me here... it is the fact that they are all so sweet. Perhaps they use different types of tomatoes, I don't know. But the sauce is so sweet that none of my internalized recipes for making tomato based things work. They all taste strangely like I have added a half cup of sugar.

Mexican Food
There is none. The 'mexican restaurant' that we have here has a name that is not even Spanish, and the only mexican items on the menu are fajitas and Dos Equis (which they do not even serve with lime). Their jalapeños are NOT hot. As a matter of fact, I ordered a habañero (hopefully hothothot, right?) and while it was hotter, it was not that hot either. They can't seem to get food hot enough for me. The grocery has 'Old El Paso' brand thingies (made in Sussex)... but the corn tortillas have flour in them, there are no green chilies, and the tostadas are the kind you wouldn't be caught dead buying in a grocery in the southwest. And I don't think there is a place to get masa, there is no hominy here, and the only place I have seen dried red chilies is in the Thai grocery. I think I am really going to miss decent Mexican food.


The Ugly:

Amy before she combs her hair right after she wakes up in the morning
Enough said. ;)

Well, there is a quick list off the top of my head. Remember that any references to people were purposefully left out, so don't be offended if you feel you have been slighted. Unless you are an appliance, in which case you might have a legitimate grievance, and you should promptly contact your solicitor (that's a lawyer).

Wednesday, 15 November 2006

In Which Amy Eats... (Myspace Blog)

Food... I love food. Yummy crunchy food, soft food, sour food, liquid food... I really really love food.

But there are a few foods that are the super-est yummiest most best-est foods ever.

Mexican food, for example. Crunchy chip in spicy salsa with creamy sour cream and guacamole... menudo con limon with tons of cebolla, flautas filled with chicken so yummy that your mouth waters... enchiladas smothered in green chile grown in hatch, with an egg on top... Oh mexican food is so good. I love mexican food.

And chinese food - oh, yum yum yum - lo mein noodles eaten with chop sticks... kung pao shrimp with crunchy peanuts in its delightful spicy sauce... rice rice rice - sticky steamed rice that is like heaven, and fried rice with the peas and carrots and randome chunks of egg... fortune cookies that HAVE to be read with 'between the sheets' following, and those super sticky super sweet super yummy candies that you can eat the paper on... So So yummy.

I am telling you all this not because I am hungry. Actually, my tumbly is not rumbly at all... but full of frijoles, spanish rice, and horchata. (Ooo... horchata - arroz con leche in a glass with sprinkles of cinnamon... yum) I think I just needed to take a moment to talk about food.

There are so many yummy types of food, that I'm not sure that I have a favourite. All food is my favourite. All food, that is, except for hot dogs and bologna. According to Amy's world dictionary, hot dogs and bologna are not food. They are pig lips and cockroach legs. Ew. Not for me. I admit to having a prejudice against them. I am racist against all classes of food that involve pig lips and cockroaches. And I don't really like pork, either, but I don't hate it with the passion that I reserve for hot dogs and bologna.

There are so many types of food in the world to try... curry, for example. I have never had curry. Or swedish food. Or hugarian food. Or iranian food. Maybe I should travel around the world simply to try all the different kinds of food...

But wait. If I did that, I would have to try things like monkey brains and maggots and rocky mountain oysters. Hmm... no. Never mind. I don't want to eat those.