The children are coming today for the weekend, so there’ll be a game of Catan happening this evening. Bear’s picking the car up from the garage after work, thankfully only two new front tyres and a bracket for the exhaust was needed and then he’s going to get the children. They’ll be having dinner at home rather than with us, so I’m guessing we won’t be having the usual Friday night Spinach Pasta which has been a tradition for at least 12 years.
It was the first meal Bear ever made for me, on the day he brought me to live with him. I didn’t even know if I liked spinach as I’d never had it before, but it was really tasty, especially with the garlic Boursin. Strange how you remember things like that years and years afterwards. Strange how food makes you remember certain people and events in life. Well, isn’t it.?! Or is it just me.? I always remember an ex- from my mid-teens as the Crunchie kid.
He went to the Isle of Wight in England on a day trip and brought me back a box of 96 Crunchie Bars, which are chocolate coated honeycomb. I loved those things and so he bought me a boxful. My mother wasn’t impressed. 😀 An old friend whose name was Toby, was nicknamed Lord Battenberg, because he always had to have Battenberg cake in his kitchen cupboard. He felt it was the height of sophistication in the 1990’s to offer his guests Battenberg cake with their tea or coffee, so always had some. 😀
More personally, my ex- was cheesy mash guy, (amongst a whole lot of other far less complimentary things, but that’s a blog post for another day). My youngest son is plain pasta boy. He loved cooked pasta and hotdogs when he was younger, but without sauce. Not even ketchup. My sister is Billy Bear and Beans. Billy Bear was a processed pork sausage, cured and cooked and shaped into a bear face, then sliced. We used to get it from the local supermarket and she’d have it with cold baked beans. 😀
My grandmother and her Polo mints, she’d suck them down to a thin circle, then give them to her chihuahua. My stepmother would only eat Strawberry Split ice lollies in the Summer and my father had a thing for Yorkie chocolate bars throughout my teens. I used to love Jelly Babies when I was little, then Gummy Bears when I was in my teens and early twenties, but have moved on to Jelly Beans nowadays. Bear bought a huge bag of them in Maastricht one day the first time we went, paid €15 for them. They lasted little more than a week. 😀 My other true love is tortilla chips.
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