do you ever get those days that you kinda wonder what you love about the screaming bratty children that you'd supposedly give your life for and think that maybe things would be really really better without them? yeah.
but i'm not gonna get into that. instead, let me tell you people about helen's bakery and how i am so jealous of this woman words cannot even begin to describe it. so after years of catering and selling her baked goods to cafes, helen (a friend of my mom's) finally opened her own bakery. yesterday, my sister and i went to see it for the first time. it is amazing. from the storefront you know it is going to be awesome. and then you go in and it's just so different from any of the other cafes around. it's bright and has a bookshelf with books you can read while drinking coffee (one of my favorite parts obviously) and is colorful and awesomely designed and decorated. anyway, looking at it i couldn't help think that that was exactly what i wanted my bookstore to be like (not the colors but the feel of it). and if helen could make a bakery that made you feel like you had been transported out of jeddah when you walked into it, then i could too. maybe. so moving to saudi arabia doesn't have to put an end to that if i still feel like doing it like i had originally thought. i was happy.
the other exciting thing from yesterday happened while looking through the most unorganized grocery store i have ever had the displeasure of entering. i came across jars of marmite, and after years of hearing about how australians live on the stuff and how great it is, i obviously had to try it. so i bought the smallest jar and my siblings and i tried it for dinner. i dunno if i was eating it wrong or something, but it was perfectly disgusting to me. my sister says it's probably an acquired taste but i could barely get the stuff down. if anyone who likes marmite reads this blog, i'd really love to know how you eat it because i still have a full jar of the stuff.
***Update:*** so apparently i was falling into an american stereotype and being completely ignorant of other countries. go figure. turns out, australians eat vegemite, not marmite. oops. that means, i still have to find it and try it. and marmite is still gross.
*Possibilities - Teddy Geiger
haha marmite, funny. marmite is, i'm pretty sure british and us aussies eat vegemite. Similar, but vegemite tastes better :)
ReplyDeleteYeah I wanted to try vegemite..but save me some of the marmite.
ReplyDeleteoh oops. well i feel stupid. :/ guess i still have to try it then.
ReplyDeleteand anon hippo, you can have all the rest.
Brits have Marmite.... disgusting stuff
ReplyDeleteI want my own library.... or bookstore.... or summin like that :p BOOOOOOOKS!!!!!!!
lool yeah books are perhaps my most favorite thing in the world. though i dont know how good i'd be at having a bookstore because i'd probably havta buy a copy of every book for myself.
ReplyDelete