We started our herb garden today (no not herb, these are all very legal, and I've never seen anyone smoke parsley), or me and Longhaired Roomie did anyway. Roomie was out shopping, although she stayed strong and refrained from purchasing anything, which is more than you could say about me. I went to the supermarket to get breakfast cereals, and when I checked out, I had around ten items in the basket.
A certain amount of items did join because I figured i might as well start baking some Runeberg tarts now, to have as snack when watching Melodifestivalen, Sweden's auditions for the Eurovision Song Contest. Should be quite a spectacle, it always is, let's hope it's triple the entertainment now that they're hosts this year. Another reason for baking Runeberg tarts would be to give them to some people at school, as they've given us marmalade.
This would have to be the touristiest I've been in London in ages, I've never had the chance to climb the Trafalgar lions (they're huge and slippery, so I was a wimp and just climbed up on its pedestal).
The Pose
Made friends in the Rainforest Café shop.
Let us not forget the post title, a little something me and Roomie whipped together yesterday:
*drool*
I happened to stumble upon a reduced piece of beef brisket. Enter red wine, garlic and other delicious stuff, and you have a classic from England's southernly neighbours, le frogs.
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