The smile came from a small lull in the cold english christmas. No snow (thank goodness) and alright temperatures.
We (my Granny and I) ran around Petworth park, me making a fool out of myself..
And Granny looking very dignified. I've heard it (dignity) is something that comes with age, although a small voice whispers that once an American... always an American.
I'm doomed to have oodles of enthusiasm for everything.
Made with Granny's permission, aren't I the rebel?
Some food and drink yours truly will import to Minnesota, for the enjoyment of all....
My french host mother's apple crumble: Divine...
Red fruit cup crumble: A baby crumble which takes a heartbeat to prepare and cook, and less than a minute to finish.
Non-fizzy, non-alcoholic cider with lemon, orange and spices.
Garlic fried potatoes with cheese and spices
AND, chocolate fondant cake, a specialty of my host sister.
This list is only five months in... What wondrous foods will await next?
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