[ Chaddy, Melbourne ]
Is the capital of kitchen ‘YUM’??
I wrote an imaginary letter to my non-imaginary friend the other day…it involved a totally real toasted sandwich made from the toased, buttery heavens above!!! (yes, I did just watch the ‘The Imaginarium of Dr Parnasses’…. and yes, I am now MORE all-sorts-of confused…but that’s a story for another day kids!)
Dear Schpacey, (thats my friend stacey, but she likes to be called schpacey arrrrr sinepy…)
I had a yummy, fatty dream the other night…. it involved, you + me + buttery + cheesy + droooooooly yum waiter + my iphone?….haha!! 😀
I was in Trier when I had this dream, so obviously it was more like a fantasy…
Imagine the pain that I was in when I woke to find
a) there is no capital kitchen in Trier
b) there is no ‘secret ingredient is lemon’ toasted fatty goodies
and sadly c) there was no you…
but still!!! – whilst I was having the dream, it was super! I wish skype allowed for tasting… like a tastaphone, or maybe it should be called a fatty-phone…. b/c thats pretty much what happens when you eat them right?
When I get back you’d better be 20 kg heavier!!!! (otherwise I’ll know you really didn’t miss me… ) 😉
So you see, not only can I not speak and German in Germanland… I now dream about toasted, buttery (non)imaginary sandwiches from a place called ‘Yum’…..worst day of my liiife (jokes!! jokes!!) 🙂