Scotland

So, I decided it is quite critical I start blogging. I tell a lot of stories, and my tongue gets tired, and so does your ears. I really do love to write too--so if nobody ever reads this, at least my creative juices are satisfied.

Where do I begin? I am presently sitting in my parent's kitchen, which is a very different location than where I would have thought I would be at this moment. In fact, I would picture myself snuggled under some tartan blanket in the middle of the Scottish highlands complaining about my flat pillows. Sounds about right. But instead a turn has happened, and it is because of the Good Lord. Wow, I may delete this post. Okay, well I will continue.

No, tomorrow I will tell my tale. It is full of bizarre twists and my mind doesn't have the juices right now. I have a wonderful little book I gave my friend, Erika, entitled "Traditional Scottish Recipes." She let me borrow it for the night--I really desire to learn how to hone the porridge recipe! It really is better there--I think it is the oats. They're smoother. Could be the 4% milk too...

There is something about a pure fattening breakfast. It just makes you want to climb mountaintops and do a jig, or sit around. I like doing all of those things, so I will continue to eat my Scottish porridge and yummy toast with clotted cream. (a whopping 9 dollars a jar here compared to the 1 pound jars in Glasgow!) If you haven't tried clotted cream, then you haven't lived. (I actually have never tried it, but I hear it's the ultimate dairy experience)

Well, g'night--sleep with the angels, as my scottish roommate Mairi-Clare would say. Yes, I do love Scotland.