Upon looking through a family Scottish cookbook, my daughter was reading out loud about Haggis. I asked her, what does it say about it? She said, "Haggis is a mixture of . . .EWWWWW!" and she backed away, as we all cracked up laughing for the next 5 minutes.
Apparently Haggis is a mixture of ewww. I'd agree with that!
After more than a week of no progress on the bedroom cleanout/organize project, I've made a leap or two forward by getting the area in front of the closet cleaned out. SIX bags of stuff to go to the thrift store (toys, clothes, fabric) and four bags of garbage. How did all that stuff fit there? There'll actually be another bag for the thrift store after we finish washing the rest of the clothes to donate.
Progress is great! Makes me feel good.
We're trying to plan our Olympic meal/party for the opening ceremonies coming up. We usually do a meal of a variety of appetizers, but this time we want British stuff, for at least part of it. Fish and chips are the first thing on my daughter's list, and that sounds great to me too.
When I mention "spotted dick" to her, she screws up her face, says "ewww", and swiftly goes elsewhere. I think she thinks I'm saying something different than what I think I'm saying. It's a spongy sort of cake fingerish sort of thing, with currants in it I think for the spots. So it's a wierd variation of a Twinkie, basically.
I just say it to tease her, though!
I need some ideas for London food! Welsh Rarebit is cheese on toast/bread. I think. I always thought it was a roasted rabbit when I was little.
See, I have Scottish, Britsh, Welsh, and maybe some Irish heritage too. My maiden name is from a Welsh ancestor; means stone mason. Which, funnily enough, my ancestors were, all the way down to my grandfather.
Oh, my married name, tradition has it, came from Ireland with a Mc in front of it. Still not the easiest name to have, but I guess it makes sense. So there's me some Irish (and Dutch Royalty too; if you go to St. Thomas or St. Croix, there's a Rum/sugar plantation and castle that's ours. I mean, our Dutch Royal ancestors.)
My therapist is back! It was hard to prioritize what to talk about, and in fact it wasn't until a day after therapy this week that I remembered some of the important stuff I'd been going to talk about, and forgot. I did pretty well though with what I did remember.
I'd been getting rather piled on by a variety of stuff, including one SIL who says I have a heart of gold but she doesn't want to be friends with me. That was painful, but we're hammering out how we're going to relate to each other in the future.
Part of me wonders, however, if I have a heart of gold, what's so bad about me that it drowns out the heart of gold? But that's personalising; her choice is about her and what she wants in her life, and doesn't want. It's hard to not take that personally, though. It's sort of freeing to not be stuck in hurt at why she seemed to not give a fig about me; I can move on, now.
A pet peeve of mine about blogs with alot of pictures, especially food and craft blogs; don't take 6 pictures from a zillion angles of your dish, cookie, necklace, scarf, whatever and post them ALL. Really, one (or at most, 2, if one is a closeup or something) will do. I know you're in love with how it turned out, and how well it photographed, but get over it. Please.
I tried a macaroni and cheese in a mug recipe that's popular on Pinterest.
Don't do it. It sucks.
However, an Eggnog Pound Cake recipe I tried from Pinterest last Christmas, is now my preferred way to consume egg nog. 8^D
Man, now I want egg nog, and it'll be months and months before it's available!
Quote from Utah Governor yesterday, in regards to all the people rubber-necking the wildfires up by Herriman (and elsewhere in the state, like, 360,000 acres) and who are getting in the way of fire people getting to the fires: "You can't outlaw stupid!"
You can possibly try, but you'll never get rid of it.