Spotted Dick Sponge Pudding-It's a British Thang

So the evil plan of serving Heinz Spotted Dick Sponge Pudding at my brother's barbeque went down like this:

Here it is out of the can and microwaved...looks good, a little spongy, there are lots of raisins (must be the reason it's called spotted dick), smells yummy. Who shall we get to eat it first?
Aha, the baby, he eats everything, if he survives, we're next.

So far he's still breathing and smiling and looking cute with cousin Jen.
But wait, what's this, he's putting on his shades and acting all "tough guy". He then starts sing rap music.

Grandma says, "Hey, I'm down wit dat, let me try some" And
Grandma likes it. Then she starts break dancing.
My turn, tastes like carrot cake with graham crackers, very sweet though.
Aunt Mindi likes it too.

Jen says, "I can't believe I'm eating this"
Aunt Lynda and daughter Em try it too.


The texture was good, the taste was good but I found it to be too sweet for my liking. I was extremely surprised that it tasted as good as it did. But then again what could you expect from something with such a strange and intriguing name?

Saturday

We all went to the Ren Faire,Mom, Dad, Mindi (big sister), Jen (my daughter), Mikey (Jen's boyfriend) and me.
Mindi, Dad and Mom:


Jen and Mikey trying to win a prize:


All of us and some kook:


That's me in the middle (they didn't know I stuck my face behind them:
Jen trying to pull the sword from the stone:

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Mom and Dad kissing on the Kissing Bridge:


We ended the day by getting in touch with our Jewish Heritage and ate dinner at Ben's Kosher Deli. Mom enjoyed her Celery Soda
And I managed to sneek out early this morning to purchase the Spotted Dick Sponge Pudding for my evil plan tomorrow, hee hee hee.

Family Time

My parents flew up here to visit today, they are staying until Thursday. Mom looks great....better than great....she looks marvelous!

We planned a few things so far. We are going to Tuxedo, New York tomorrow (Saturday)to the Renaissance Faire. On Sunday we are going to my brother's house for a barbeque. This is going to be a big deal because my brother has "issues" with us all. And although it is nice that he is having a bbq for our parents, it is very unusual and unlike him to be all "family". And being the "unusual" sister that I am, I've got a little something I'm cooking up in my head for the bbq.

We have been told not to bring anything, that he and my sister-in-law have the whole thing under control. Well that's just not good enough for me, there is one thing I'm gonna bring for dessert that has been on my mind since I saw it at the supermarket.

Last Saturday I was at Stop and Shop and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of can with a Heinz label. I have never seen that type of Heinz label so I was more than interested in finding out what it actually was. I picked it up and this is what the label read, "Heinz Spotted Dick Sponge Pudding". Hmmmm....what actually is spotted dick sponge pudding....and why would Heinz actually sell it? What is it made of? Who actually eats it? What is spotted dick? If anyone knows me by now, they may realizes that I am a somewhat of a "sick chick", and you would know how much I have been haunted by these questions all week and that I. MUST. GET. A. CAN. OF. SPOTTED. DICK. SPONGE. PUDDING.

I have been so obsessed that I even did some research on the product and the little information there is I have learned that it is a delicacy of Britain, though I am still baffled as to what it actually is made of.

So this is my evil plan: I am going to buy a can of this British delicacy and since I am scared to taste it all by myself and I would like to share the experience with others, I figure I will bring it to my brother's bbq.

And as an added bonus, I will take some photos of my family eating Spotted Dick Sponge Pudding.

To be continued.

Thankful Thursday

As I sit here contemplating all the things I am thankful for, I think of the wonderful boyfriend whom I am forever mentioning in this blog.....Capt.

Yes I am thankful that Capt is my best friend and that we share a deep, loving relationship. A relationship that grows stronger and deeper with each passing day......*gags on index finger*

But it's things like yesterday's email to each other that makes me very thankful he lives 154 miles away, otherwise he'd be hurting right now:


YewNorkBabe:

Babe,
>
>I love that after a year and a half you still leave messages on my voice
>mail telling me you love me for when I get back from working out.
>
>I love you too babe.
>
>T XXOO

Capt: Yuck!

Lazy Labor Day

Nintendo: What an 11 year old girl plays while the rest of us fish:




Boy loves to fish:
My first visit to a covered bridge, this is where we went fishing:
You gotta love them, but I seriously think they were plotting against me here, "hmmmmm, you think an 'accidental' fall from that covered bridge would finally get rid of the Yew Nork Babe?":


I learned how to skip a rock, here's where I got them from:


That's all.

MY FIRST BOOK REVIEW

Did you ever hear, see or read something so sickening and disturbing that you had the overwhelming desire to scrub yourself with an SOS pad and then bathe in a bathtub full of antiseptic 50 times?

That’s just how I felt tonight.

I love to read, I love to especially read best sellers....and even more than that I LOVE to read books that are soon to be movies. Maybe it’s because I like to feel connected to others in some way and by reading the same words that thousands of people did, do or are in the process of doing, it makes me I feel like I’m a part of something world wide.

That is the main reason I purchased the book: “Running with Scissors” .

Tonight I read 100 or so pages and felt sick...the kind of sick that is emotional and spiritual. After reading those pages I knew it was only going to get worse. I couldn’t even bring myself to put it on my bookshelf and let any of my friends who I swap books with read it. I had to immediately bring it out into my backyard and do this to it:




And even after I knew that it was ashes and would never fall into the hands of any other person, I still felt like I needed to visit a mental health professional who would tell me I’m okay and that everything will all be alright.

I am totally serious. That book is sick, creepy, abnormal and unhealthy.

Word of advise: DO NOT - UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES - SEE THE MOVIE WHEN IT COMES OUT!