Recently, I was preparing my weekly meal plan and somehow ended up with two different recipes (from back home) that called for bacon, and one that required ham. So, off I went to the Coop to pick up said ingredients, and came face to face with an endless array of varieties and not at all what I expected for ham.
Over here (in southern England at least) they have bacon, streaky bacon, rindless bacon, back bacon. They have pork, they have ham and they have gammon. If you find this confusing, as I did, let me break it down for you:
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
The Kitchen Helper Cheat Sheets
Supper is hectic in every household—especially for young families—with busy schedules, shift work, overtime, missed trains, kids, team practice, etc. If you're like me, you don't always have time to get on your phone or tablet, or run to the computer to check recipe conversions or ingredient substitutes. For this reason, I've put together a Kitchen Helper Cheat Sheet for those of you who are Canadian expats in the UK, like myself.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
What's On Telly
On January 1st, 2016—New Years Day—Ikea delivered our sofa, and the mattress for our double bed. The delivery boys had been out on the piss the previous night, but there they were, bright and early, with nary a wink, to carry in our heavy furniture cheerful as anything. Thank you boys, that meant a lot to us.
The arrival of a sofa in our mostly empty house seemed at the time like the most prodigious thing. No more need to lean one twin mattress against the wall whilst the other acted as a seat. No. Now we could sit on our new sofa like civilized people instead of a bunch of squatting hobos, and watch Netflix on thetelly ZTE.
Back in Laval we used to have "movie nights" on weekends. We would get take-out or order a nice pizza and watch a movie as a family. The kids loved it, we loved it, and anyway, what other purpose is there to having an enormous flat-screen television in the basement? So, one of the first things we did once the sofa arrived, was have ourselves a traditional movie-night. We got pizza from Asda (because it's really cheap (seriously, three 12-inch pizzas for £7!) and because we were already there), heated it up in our tiny oven (oops, should have used the big oven for it, but I still wasn't used to the two-oven scenario), and watched... wait for it... drum roll...
We all loved it. My uncle laughed when I told him about it, and asked if we were trying to drown ourselves in English pop culture right off the bat. Anyhow, we went through that series like mice through a chunk of Emmental. The first season was amazing. The second season was good. The third was mostly meh, but I won't get into that since I wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone. Watch it anyway, even if I called it meh. BBC is finishing up the fourth season, fingers crossed.
Right now we are positively devouring Doctor Who, at the speed of 1-3 episodes per weekend. Because, you know, you watch one episode, and it's so good you watch the next one, but the next one is to be continued—WOT? (à la David Tenant)—and you just have to see the follow-up, because, you know, the youngest kid needs closure to be able to sleep (mhm, sure, keep telling yourself that), and the next thing you know it, allons-y! It's entirely out of our hands.
The oldest is hooked on Merlin, and hubby and I have just discovered Outlander on Prime. I know these are all series available in Canada too, but it's fitting that we're watching them here. It's a wonder you'd think, with all this telly, that we manage to get out to explore our new world at all. However, never you fear... We get out and about plenty! But that's a story for another time.
The arrival of a sofa in our mostly empty house seemed at the time like the most prodigious thing. No more need to lean one twin mattress against the wall whilst the other acted as a seat. No. Now we could sit on our new sofa like civilized people instead of a bunch of squatting hobos, and watch Netflix on the
Back in Laval we used to have "movie nights" on weekends. We would get take-out or order a nice pizza and watch a movie as a family. The kids loved it, we loved it, and anyway, what other purpose is there to having an enormous flat-screen television in the basement? So, one of the first things we did once the sofa arrived, was have ourselves a traditional movie-night. We got pizza from Asda (because it's really cheap (seriously, three 12-inch pizzas for £7!) and because we were already there), heated it up in our tiny oven (oops, should have used the big oven for it, but I still wasn't used to the two-oven scenario), and watched... wait for it... drum roll...
Sherlock. Season 1, Episode 1.
We all loved it. My uncle laughed when I told him about it, and asked if we were trying to drown ourselves in English pop culture right off the bat. Anyhow, we went through that series like mice through a chunk of Emmental. The first season was amazing. The second season was good. The third was mostly meh, but I won't get into that since I wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone. Watch it anyway, even if I called it meh. BBC is finishing up the fourth season, fingers crossed.
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| My little Doctor Who tribute. lol |
Right now we are positively devouring Doctor Who, at the speed of 1-3 episodes per weekend. Because, you know, you watch one episode, and it's so good you watch the next one, but the next one is to be continued—WOT? (à la David Tenant)—and you just have to see the follow-up, because, you know, the youngest kid needs closure to be able to sleep (mhm, sure, keep telling yourself that), and the next thing you know it, allons-y! It's entirely out of our hands.
The oldest is hooked on Merlin, and hubby and I have just discovered Outlander on Prime. I know these are all series available in Canada too, but it's fitting that we're watching them here. It's a wonder you'd think, with all this telly, that we manage to get out to explore our new world at all. However, never you fear... We get out and about plenty! But that's a story for another time.
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