I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent the last few days in a what feels like a blur.
Lots of sleep, getting dressed at midday because ‘you probably should’ seeing friends and family, watching festive tele-visual delights and eating.
Mainly eating what I would categorise as ‘special occasion’ food and by that I mean snacking throughout the day on the things you don’t usually purchase but do because it’s christmas or someones birthday.
In my family this is highlighted by a variety of crisps on offer.
I descend on them like there are on display for a limited period only..wanting to savour all those man-made flavours.
Forget the cookie monster. I am the crisp monster.
But when else do you get eat frazzles and twiglets?
The first time my husband became privy to the importance of crisps and dip at ‘special occasions’ he was quite bemused. “Isn’t really that bothered by crisps” he says.
Not bothered by crisps!!
(eyes widen at the sudden realisation that this means more for me)
It’s the same with stuffing. I don’t know another roast dinner throughout the year when eating it is of national importance. But come the 25th December, if the stuffing can’t easily be spotted at the dining table you can hear the murmurings making there way around the room that there might not be any and what is one going to do without it!
I guess we all have our personal faves and for me it’s crisps and also mince pies.
I mentioned in my last post that my Mr is a good gift buyer and this year was no exception. One of the great presents I got was a basket of my favourite snacks!
Not only do I have a great new storage container but lots of amazing snacks.
What more could a girl want?
Erm, well, maybe not having to go for a run so that I can eat all the crisps in the world, that I have done several times over this holiday period.
Yesterday we went together and somehow, ended up carrying a MASSIVE piece of tree trunk back with us on the way home, as it is perfect for chopping wood on.
I say ‘we’ of course I mean Mr Teaspoon house, as I have no upper body strength whatsoever and am not in any state to be looking out for random bits of tree when I am running.
One passer-by made a joke that we were ‘taking the log out for a walk.’ It was a bit of a sight as Mr T did look a bit like he was in some sort of Iron Man competition having just ran and now a bit red in the face was carrying half a tree on his shoulder.
I was of course there for supportive words of encouragement and at one point offered to help but quickly we realised that wasn’t going to work!!