As well as blessing us with the drunken little pixie that is Kirsten Borst, American has come up trumps on it's sheer innovation in the culinary world. Never has a country managed to think of so many uses of sugar as has America.
We are all pretty familiar with Oreos and Lucky Charms, they are super tasty, but nothing new. I was not aware however that you could also get chocolate Lucky Charms! How amazing is that? Marshmallows in your breakfast, and they turn your milk chocolatey. That's certainly more than that obnoxious little money hawking CoCo Pops can offer!
Sticking with the marshmallow theme, a jar of Fluff came into my possession last week. Fluff, a kind of liquid marshmallow in a jar, is perhaps the most wonderful substance I have come across in recent times. But what to do with it? Spread it on toast, make it into fudge as the jar suggests? Nah, eat it from the jar with a spoon, trust me, it is amazing. What I also love about this product is the unashamed declaration on the packaging that Fluff contains Corn Syrup. Americans just don't care do they.
As proof of their commitment to the junk food cause, the aforementioned yank demonstrated the best way to consume Fluff: Spread on a 'Smores' Pop Tart. On the other side of the atlantic, a Smore is melted choclate and marshmallow melted between two crackers (or biscuits to us sensible people). Those genius' at Kellogs have gone and stuck this marshmallow and chocolate concoction in a Pop Tart, and it is truly beautiful.
While these yank foods are available here, only at an extortionate price, so here is my very own Smore recipe for you to try:
- Spread two rich tea biscuits with a generous helping of Nutella.
- Sandwich two big marshmallows between the chocolatey biscuits.
- microwave for 10-20 seconds or until the marshmallows have gone gooey.
- Enjoy whist humming 'the star spangled banner'.
Geography, and science and all that shiz dictates that the further a place is from the equator, the colder it will be. FACT! You would then think that accordingly, the colder the area you are in, the more clothes you would therefore wear in order to keep warm. WRONG!
This weekend, I braved the treacherous crossing of the M25 and left London for the smokily northern city of Manchester. Wild I know, but there is nothing like visiting the north to remind you of why you pay so much to live in London. Despite being only 200 miles (a pifling distance to anyone but the English, but hey, I am English) or so further north, Manchester is considerably colder than London, and I chose to equip myself for a night's drinking with a coat, cardigan, scarf, and thick tights. In addition to my other clothes obviously!
Imagine my shock then when the train into town was filled with masses of white dimpled skin, exposed to the elements, defended only by whimsical shorts and minimal vest tops. Fashion it seems has developed a strange backwards microcosm above Birmingham where the colder the weather seems to mean less clothes. Perhaps they have all been watching Neighbours too much, those Australians do love a bit of skin!
