When we went to Ikea last weekend I bought some Scandiavian food for the forthcoming trip to Bulgaria. Aaaarrrggggh!
Anyway, recovering from the shivering one of the things I bought was ginger bread. I LOOOVVEE ginger bread, so the odds of letting the box alone until Christmas was zero point something to nil.
Tonight I crumbled. Ginger bread with a slice of cheese is like a piece of heaven. Then you repeat it. And repeat it. And repeat it. And on it goes.
Sorry Bulgaria, but you will never ever experience the joy of Scandiavian ginger bread. And cheese.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Ginger bread
When we went to Ikea last weekend I bought some Scandiavian food for the forthcoming trip to Bulgaria. Aaaarrrggggh!
Anyway, recovering from the shivering one of the things I bought was ginger bread. I LOOOVVEE ginger bread, so the odds of letting the box alone until Christmas was zero point something to nil.
Tonight I crumbled. Ginger bread with a slice of cheese is like a piece of heaven. Then you repeat it. And repeat it. And repeat it. And on it goes.
Sorry Bulgaria, but you will never ever experience the joy of Scandiavian ginger bread. And cheese.
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