donutsweeper (
donutsweeper) wrote2008-01-14 01:21 pm
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Jack? Please shut up. You're supposed to be in a tale of intrigue and aliens, not having tea with a giggling four year old. Remember the mystery? The reason this whole stupid story is being written in the first place? Do you think you can address that part sometime this century?
Plot=hard. Tea and crumpets=fun. *sigh*
Plot=hard. Tea and crumpets=fun. *sigh*

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I am a Canadian, so crumpets aren't exactly a national food around here. I blame that for any torturing of crumpets through unnatural toppings that may occur at my hand. I call being the poutine expert, however. ;-P
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I googled poutine and that looks kind of strange - cheese curds and gravy? Is it tasty?
OMG I then googled English Muffins and jeepers what some of those places say is a muffin is not something I recognise. Maybe foodstuffs need latin names like flowers so there can be no confusion?? A teatime muffin is something akin to a bagel but with no hole in the middle and not of such hard consistency. To toast a shop bought muffin toast it top and bottom THEN split it in half and then apply butter and spread to the untoasted side.
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Poutine is heaven. You have to have the fries really hot and then the curds melt and get stringy and then put the gravy on the top. It's an acquired taste, I suppose. We Canadians don't have a lot of unique food, but poutine is one of the ones we do have. :D
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Sort of like when my mum and dad were on vacation in the south and my dad saw 'grits' on the menu. He asked the waitress what 'grits' were. She answered: "Sugah, grits is grits". ;-)
And sometimes words can just be weird. We were at a hotel and I didn't have hair elastic. My mum went down to the desk to see if they had an elastic I could use. The conversation went something like this:
My Mum: Excuse me, do have an elastic I could borrow?
Hotel Clerk: I'm sorry?
My Mum: You know, an elastic.
Hotel Clerk: I don't know what that is.
My Mum: An elastic band. It's rubber, you use it to hold things together.
Hotel Clerk: Oh, do you mean a rubber band?
My Mum: Yes.
I did get one in the end. But traveling in the States is always fun for us. :D
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I think I could eat it quite happily without the gravy if they do...
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