Random, but mostly about food

[trinityofone]

I got a package from mciac! She sent me Kate Atkinson's Case Histories and lovely bath stuff and, best best of all, chocolate! Scharffen Berger--so the really good chocolate. Chocolate so dark, eating it is kind of like getting attacked by an army of cocoa beans. But in a tasty way.

Thank you, mciac! Finding the package slip in my mailbox was exceedingly exciting. Seriously, if anyone wants to send me empty envelopes, I would still appreciate it, because really, I just like getting mail. I'm a mail whore.

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Marks & Spencer, further solidifying its status as THE DEVIL, is selling mini mince pies, 12 for 3 euro. I was in there the other day, and all these packages of happy, Christmas-looking pies are stacked up by the cash register. Now, I really shouldn't be spending money on anything unessential. So I thought: I know! I'll get the cashier to tell me that mince pies are essential! Watch:

Me: Are those mince pies?
Cashier: Yes.
Me: Not the kind with meat?
Cashier: No. Fruit.
Me: They don't have that kind of mince pie in the U.S.
Cashier: *blank look*
Me: You know, where I'm from?
Cashier: *blankety blank*
Me: See, accent? Oh, never mind. But yeah--I've never had a traditional Christmas mince pie.
Cashier: *is supposed to say, "No!" "That's awful!" "But you must!"* Do you need a bag?
Me: No, I've got one. *starts to pack groceries into used Arnott's bag, because in Ireland, supermarkets charge for bags* You know, just the other day, I was telling some friends of mine that I'd never had mince pie, and they were like, "How have you lived?"
Cashier: That'll be 19.24.
Me: *sigh* Why don't you thrown in some of those mince pies?

So Marks & Spencer really needs to train more enthusiastic cashiers. Because damn, mince pie is good! If you've never had any...How have you lived?

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Random fic revelations, specifically regarding character shortcuts I sometimes use to write:

1. John’s dad is the dad from Dirty Day. Which would make John Bono. Which is weird.

2. Rodney’s mom is my Grandma Jan. Which would make Rodney my dad, which is BAD and DIRTY and WRONG and we are all going to pretend that this sentence DOESN’T EXIST.

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My mom is awesome. Last night she sent me this e-mail:

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From: trinityofone's Mom
To: trinityofone
Subject: Just so you'll know--

--and keep fingers crossed--I'm trying to book our Christmas dinner
(it'll be lunch, really) at The Clarence. You know--Bono's hotel?

Mum

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I wrote her back:

From: trinityofone
To: trinityofone's Mom
Subject: OMG!

YOU WIN AT LIFE!

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And she replied:

From: trinityofone's Mom
To: trinityofone
Subject: Re: OMG!

Heh--your internet parlance cracks me up! I'll let you know when it's confirmed.

Yr Mum

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So I guess it's okay that LJ has eaten my brain, because it amuses my mother.

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Finally, since I had five minutes to kill yesterday, here's a little cartoon mini-me:


Yep. Definitely plotting something nefarious. Just look at those shifty eyes!

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Okay, I lied. To make this post truly random, we need a pointless poll.

[Poll #613884]

Comments

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Totally random walk! Walks are awesome. And while I wouldn't neccisarily discourage you from hitting on the first Irish perosn you meet while on said walk, your iPod is your best friend while walking. I know my Zen Xtra has kept me quite happy on walks. Even when I nearly hurt myself on a walk yesterday.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I agree that walks are the awesomest. And my iPod (iPods, actually--Apple owns my soul) is also wonderful. Oddly, though, since coming here I've stopped wearing it out of the house. I think I prefer to soak up the accents. ;-)

...You hurt yourself on your walk yesterday? Do I want to know?

[sonofzeal.livejournal.com]

Nearly. I slipped on a rock on one of the nature-y parts of my walk, and put a substantial amount of weight on the side of my foot. Shook it off and I was fine. Have I mentioned how much I like being double-jointed?