John has a very good way of dealing with cooking failures. If, for example, you were making a souffle and it didn't rise, the trick is not to call it a souffle. If you do, everyone will know it didn't quite work out as planned. Instead, you refer to as a Middle-Eastern dish, known as Hlomah. Hlomah is a delicacy in Iran and only eaten on the third Tuesday of every month.
Sian and Ellie decided to rearrange the kitchen yesterday and they emptied a bag of cheapo Arenel coconut biscuits into a tin that says Romany Creams. They are hard and dry, but work quite well as a type of rusk, especially dunked in tea. We decide to rename them Schlonken Hoonsker. Schlonken Hoonsker, in case you are wondering, is a biscuit popular in the North of Sweden. It is eaten five weeks after the end of Lent to celebrate the bringing in of the harvest and is often accompanied with blackcurrant wine. A party will be held with festivities carrying on into the small hours of the morning. We are lucky to have been sent Schlonken Hoonsker by our Swedish great-uncle.
There is a car that parks outside our neighbours' house every so often and just hoots. And hoots - and hoots. I have been so tempted to go down there and shout: 'There's no one home!'. Really, are some people completely brain dead?
It's getting cold and already the predictions are in: 'If you have an early winter, it'll be very cold.' 'If you have a cold winter, you will have a good rainy season.' So much of our lives here revolve around the rainy season.
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