I had a reader once send me a book he'd made about cheese labels. I think we ran one of them on the cover. It was a British one with a sunflower, as I recall.
As for the culture, sometimes it is helpful here to be a bit New Yawker. Today it was two women discussing whether or not to have the garlic bread at Ikea (4 for £1.90), standing right in front of the tray. I just muttered, sorry! and dived in there with the tongs, selecting the best four. Sorry is the king of passive-aggressive words here in the UK.
I also find that during the presidency of certain people, I become the unofficial Murican ambassador to the British. Got treated to a rant from my swim teacher about 47's antics and how a man (undiagnosed mental illness alert) was saying on Newsnight (news programme) that Starmer should be more like Trump. I told her to turn off the tv. Really. Just don't watch.
Finally, this is home for many reasons. I have been working here longer than I ever did in the US, for example. Good post, BTW.
There are times for haste, I think. That said, I once grabbed a block of fat - just fat - instead of butter in the early days of supermarket disorientation over here, probably while I was looking for eggs, which are not near the butter at all over here.
I became a bit of an ambassador around the recent elections. I just wrote up a few articles for folks. I'm actually okay to discuss these things IRL, but woo - not on the internets, thanks.
Loved this one. So right on the money about lots of things. Cheese decisions can take time in Turkey, too, and so can nuts. How long can you talk about a walnut....turns out a long time!
I had a reader once send me a book he'd made about cheese labels. I think we ran one of them on the cover. It was a British one with a sunflower, as I recall.
As for the culture, sometimes it is helpful here to be a bit New Yawker. Today it was two women discussing whether or not to have the garlic bread at Ikea (4 for £1.90), standing right in front of the tray. I just muttered, sorry! and dived in there with the tongs, selecting the best four. Sorry is the king of passive-aggressive words here in the UK.
I also find that during the presidency of certain people, I become the unofficial Murican ambassador to the British. Got treated to a rant from my swim teacher about 47's antics and how a man (undiagnosed mental illness alert) was saying on Newsnight (news programme) that Starmer should be more like Trump. I told her to turn off the tv. Really. Just don't watch.
Finally, this is home for many reasons. I have been working here longer than I ever did in the US, for example. Good post, BTW.
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
There are times for haste, I think. That said, I once grabbed a block of fat - just fat - instead of butter in the early days of supermarket disorientation over here, probably while I was looking for eggs, which are not near the butter at all over here.
I became a bit of an ambassador around the recent elections. I just wrote up a few articles for folks. I'm actually okay to discuss these things IRL, but woo - not on the internets, thanks.
Loved this one. So right on the money about lots of things. Cheese decisions can take time in Turkey, too, and so can nuts. How long can you talk about a walnut....turns out a long time!