Oh Londontown, you tease me so. I think the whole 'baby being born on the 10th' was a hoax to get us all excited. Mark my words, the new princess will be born closer to this weekend, when we're in another country.
Well played, Kate.. well played.
Okay, so we're moving on. We did our best at British pub grub this weekend with the ever popular 'bangers and mash' and here's what happened.
I started out with tofurky 'sausages'. I had NO TIME to make out sausages from scratch.. (besides, I'm on a european vacation, who does that?) The only other thing that was manufactured here was my no-beef bouillon cube.. and I promise there was no crying when chopping those onions.
Enter the 'bangers' and gravy. (And don't look at the pot lid with the mash in them that my ex wife left in the oven one day while preheating it for cookies.. I can't believe I still use it, even though it was melted to heck and back.). This was super easy. I didn't really even have time to think about it. I got to use red wine in my gravy. There's just something about a red wine reduction that makes my tastebuds sing. MmMMm..
I waited all night with a headache and a coughing fit to see if that little Princess would ever be born. Obviously, I finally went to bed.
That's fine, Kate.. we're out of Britain as of today and moving on..
Grab a stein and maybe a cuckoo clock..
Keep it tuned.. I saved a seat in 'vegan' class for you!
Music Enjoyed while blogging:
Going to a 'raw' dinner party
ANYTHING served.. I'm hungry!