Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas puddings

I don't mind Christmas in Britain compared to Christmas in the US. Really, I don't. I wrote, maybe last year, about how I loved Christmas pantos they have over here. Christmas crackers are a super tradition too. UK Christmases rock compared to American ones. I don't know, but I think that Americans give everything in celebration of Thanksgiving that they're knackered the time Christmas rolls around and have nothing to give. I spent every Christmas since moving here with my in-laws in Yorkshire, never with my family. But we don't have Christmas traditions. We don't have a set day we get a tree -- some years, no tree at all. And we wouldn't even bat an eyelash at that. My fam doesn't have Christmas food traditions either.

One Christmas thing I do despise over here are the puddings -- desserts, I'm talking about. They are awful. Really foul. It's the love the dried fruit that kills me. Firstly, I abhor dried fruit and I do include raisins and the sort. Pointless, I find them. Well EVERY Christmas dessert is filled with the shit. Mince pies, Christmas cake, fruit cake, yuk. Secondly, they don't put proper frosting on cakes. That's not just Christmas cake either. I'm talking all cakes. They use this hard sugar coating for frosting. I just miss a Betty Crocker frosting in a can sometimes. I'm a simple girl. Thirdly, they put cream in and on everything. MIL made a beautiful fruit salad, which everyone ruined by putting whipped cream on it. Yesterday, I had a chocolate cake with double cream poured over it. I wanted to gag. Can't we just have an extra-large scoop of ice cream like civilised people, hm?

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Obsession with travel

I've been Twittering now instead of doing the blog. Whenever a thought
comes to me, I whip out my moby and text away. It's easy-peasy
lemon-squeezy and frankly if you're not doing it you are in the Dark
Ages. But I digress. Currently I'm on a coach heading toward
Newcastle, of which, if you were down with Twitter, you might of read
about earlier. I've noticed though that my many of my previous tweets
have been documenting my travel plans in an almost Rain Man-ish way.
Truthfully, it is a bit odd. But then again, the only time I have any
chance to share my reflections is either waiting for a bus or on said
bus, to my next destination. Like now. I'm so trapped on this stupid
coach I felt compelled not only to Twitter but to blog as well, a
desire I hadn't had in two months. Since I'm writing this blog entry
via email, 1) this message will appear as one, long block of text and
2) a wee message will pop up at the end cos mobile emailing is pretty
basic, really only allowing you to write. Anyway, ignore it please,
especially the little message. After all if you are reading this, then
you're doing it, innit?

Don't forget about the blog, people --

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