Observations on life by a sometimes normal woman who also happens to be a Nana.
I was born in Washington, DC to a young English warbride and an American pa. I grew up equally comfortable on either side of the Atlantic. In late spring, my mother would take me out of my American school, we'd hop a plane or a ship and make our way to England where she'd promptly stick me in a school in my grandparents' neighborhood. As a result, both countries are a comfortable fit. My husband (Himself) is English, our first child was born in London and the second in Washington, DC. And now we're in Southern California, comfortably hunkered down in the Santa Monica Mountains.
posted by Lin @ 8:15 PM
3 Comments:
Hmm, but sunny side up?
Great analogy. Couldn't help referring back to my own state and thinking of C's baked beans getting lost on the way to my fried egg and hopping back into the can.
No, but we do have steak and rice with fried eggs. It's a South American dish.
Maybe it's because I haven't eaten anything yet, but I didn't even get the joke at first. All I could think was "mmmm...eggs..."
(I only eat beans with eggs at Jerry's Deli when I get the English Breakfast. I do remember my late English MIL eating it though.)
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