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Thursday, November 15, 2007

At this time of year the keyboard smokes as my daughter and I fling emails back and forth exchanging recipes as we try to organise some English food to see her over another Christmas in the USA.
Normally I send her a parcel from an ex-pat site, but this year since she moved to New England, she's found a shop a few hours away from where she lives that sells some English food.
She's tucked the goodies away in the bottom of a cupboard, but allowed her new husband to sample the delights of Walkers cheese and onion crisps and some Twiglets... Thank goodness he loved them.

Her ex used to pull a face at English food, but then he didn't like anything about us, which is probably why he's her ex!

We've also stumbled on the site below that is based in Plymouth MA. It's near enough in American terms for her to drive there and shop.
Don't you love what it says...Quite brought a lump up in my throat.

http://www.britishsupplies.com/Merchant2/merchant.mv?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=BS&Category_Code=ctmi
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