Guess What…Guess What??? TheManoftheHouse and I found some local custard powder! I’m so excited!!! One of our grocery stores (Meijer if you have one in your area) has just opened up an international aisle and they have custard powder in the “England” section. It looks just like the custard powder I bought in Scotland, with one little difference:
We’re all freaky about our nutrition facts here in the US, so they’ve slapped a little sticker on the can so you can see if a serving of custard powder meets your daily nutritional needs. It doesn’t appear to be vitamin packed or anything, but I personally DON’T CARE ’cause I LOVE those little custard shortbreads and I plan to make them and eat them and get fat. ER. FATTER. And now I don’t have to hoard my one little can of custard powder. Yay! In case you don’t have a local shop where you can buy custard powder, my quilty peep Gurney e-mailed me and said you can mail order it from The English Tea Store. I also had a few other people tell me that it can be ordered on Amazon.
I’ve always said, if you need to know something, just ask on your blog and someone will know the answer! Thanks for all your custard powder help — you guys are great! So, as a reward, here are some pictures of something I know you’ve all been waiting to see:
Men… In… Kilts!
(For you ladies in Scotland, you can be dismissed if you’d like — I’m sure you see this all the time, so the excitement has probably worn off by now.) On our Saturday in Edinburgh we were very lucky and we came across three (!) weddings. The guy above was the officiant (preacher? priest? ???) at a wedding in the tiny little chapel inside Edinburgh Castle.
This little guy below appeared to be the son of the bride. The picture isn’t great (it was cold and drizzly and they were on the move) but isn’t he cute, helping his mum with her wedding dress?
At a different wedding just down the hill from Edinburgh Castle, this guy was playing his bagpipe for the wedding guests as they entered the church.
How’d you like to knit those socks??? (Hey, they look suspiciously like the socks Finny recently finished knitting!) I was amazed at how many men were actually wearing kilts. I wish I’d taken better pictures of the wedding parties but there were crowds around them. After all, they weren’t there for my picture taking pleasure. (And for the record, I wasn’t the only gawky tourist taking pictures.)
This guy appeared to be part of one of the wedding parties. He was waiting where the cars were pulling up. He was talking on his cell phone — maybe trying to figure out where someone important was? Sending the all clear signal? The picture definitely doesn’t do him justice. (Insert Sharon’s “just sayin’” here.)
And this guy had nothing to do with any weddings. He was just a tourist attraction, and not very excited about it, I might add LOL!
Hopefully this little kilt interlude was just the boost you need to get you through your week. Only two days until the weekend! (Because some of us can only handle counting the days until the weekend — NOT the days until Christmas!)
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