Wasn't a mace thing for whacking people with back in the olden days? Well, yes. Unfortunately it was/is rather a nasty blunt weapon I'd definitely not fancy being on the receiving end of. But it's also a spice.
When you come from a crowded country you don’t know you come from a crowded country until you spend time in one with space. New Zealand has lots of it. Though not so many motorways. Any. Really. When you look. But France has. It has lots of lovely motorways.
Let's not get too logical and put the Quaker's oats right next to the own-brand Flocons d'Avoine - it would make shopping far too easy (for the pesky immigrants like me, anyway...)
“Would you pass me the…. The… the green thing; long, green, crunchy that we eat with salad?” Nouns and proper nouns just seemed to fly out of my head without so much as a by-your-leave.
The simple things I didn’t know! A hob - that you cook on, is a plat cuisson, for example. I’ve never cooked with anyone French in the room and had to mention it…
Gosh these weeks are flying by. Doesn't work get in the way?! So, there I was, bundle of not-sure and will-it-be-okay and all that in anticipation of our neighbours arriving for our apero's on the Saturday. At least we knew some people were coming. Unlike the trend set when we sent out invitations to our … Continue reading Apero-priate and Apero-iciated
It’s been ages and so much has happened. But the most important thing I have to say today is: Rich tea biscuits are round. Point finale! (That’s ‘full stop’ in French) Unless they are Rich Tea Fingers, which have their own special shape, are a little thinner, and officially Allowed. Why am I talking about … Continue reading Rich tea is round. Point finale!