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.
As I waited for royal news, I started ou my 'mash'. These mashed potatoes were made a bit differently than I would regularly make potatoes, in that I used mustard powder in them. (It's what the authentic mash recipe called for). I thought it might be strange, but it was workable.

End result:
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:
Subsonic Radio
Current Motivation:
Going to a 'raw' dinner party
Current craving:
ANYTHING served.. I'm hungry!
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