Sunday, July 19, 2009


I love being English. We were on a train and Vic was getting quite fired up (as per usual) about folks always
complaining about the UK. The NHS specifically, but that's irrelevent.

So while we were in France I had cravings. Mainly for a decent cup of tea and complete control of all music (gah! Mark's music taste... it just makes me ill). But it was English food I missed most. One cannot live on sandwiches and cherries forever.

So today after church I had beans and sausage on toast. It was sooooooooooooooooo good! The butter was literally oozing out the toast.

My Mother puts onion on her sandwiches. Don't you just think that's gross?

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