I could talk about how once again I was spoiled, about how delightfully (?) odd my family is when you get them all in one big room. About how we missed Kerry and Tui at the table, but enjoyed the extra elbow room. Actually, scratch that re Tui - she made her presence known through a box of xmas goodies sent to us from Edinburgh. Lovely home made ornaments, soaps, candies...it all seemed so uncharacteristically NICE.
|dip dabs and flakes - oh my!|
And then her genetic link to the family was revealed through a bag of Swedish Licorice she picked up in a recent trip to Stockholm. So kind of her. Her uncle appreciated it - as did I.
We enjoyed the challenge of the salty outer shell of the licorice, leading to the sweet inner chewiness. We are not put off by the UNBELIEVABLE, fragrant nose of cat-pee that wafts to the back of the palate and cleans out the sinuses with each chew. We are not afraid of the cat-pee Tui, your evil game DID NOT take us down.
It did, however, take down Grandmere and The Boy
A closer look perhaps?
Such kindness from afar, Tui. Such kindness.