Amy: would you like to defend your nation here please? ;-) I have to say I’m intrigued by the sweet potato and marshmallow thing. It sounds vile but everyone I know who’s tried it, loves it. Seren – next time you’re in London we should find somewhere that does it and go and try it. I was dubious about blueberry coffee and pumpkin spice coffee in New England but both were amazing. I didn’t have a decent cup of coffee in my whole time in California but New England knows a thing or two about coffee. Actually I’d happily live in New England. Although I’d have to persuade them of the merits of roast potatoes obviously.
Also I’m prepared to throw gingerbread M&Ms in for consideration too - delicious and emphatically not available in Blighty. Not sure if it’s lucky or not that a colleague has just gone to the US and I’ve told him not to bother coming back without a private stash for me.
We had a pootling weekend. It’s nice to have one every now and again but the weather was sunny and crisp and I would have liked to be off hiking. But P was still a bit delicate so we pootled. Sneakily hitting him when he was weak and vulnerable, I got agreement for an electric blanket in the tinhut. I bought and installed it before he could recover his health and judgement. Bliss.
This week looks like degenerating with speed from Thanksgiving (did I mention the Apple Pie Martini?) into the weekend. We have my mum and her pack of mutts up to celebrate her birthday and although this means a walk a day, it’s a bit shorter than P and I would do. And then we’re looking at fish and chips, a pastry from the nearby excellent bakery for one breakfast, Raclette for a supper , a three course birthday lunch at our excellent local pub and another supper of cake and Asti. Spread over three days I hasten to add.
So today I am looking sadly at a mini Babybel, an apple and 3 clementines which, together with my “skinny” soup tonight, make up my day’s food intake. Grits teeth and ignores rumbles of stomach…