Staying in
It's been awhile since we've truly had another adventure, but we've enjoyed the little things here and there. We've been so busy with our school work that the most we've gone out to is brunch. But even that was interesting and Pedro has now found "the best almond croissant" he's ever had. He found a spot away from our usual breakfast place, called Beefcake Cafe. That made me laugh a bit as an American. I know that here, beefcakes and pasties are a norm, but when I hear "beefcake", I think of the American slang for a guy with a lot of muscles. (Though I swear a picked up on a few American accents in the kitchen, so it's even funnier.) It's a small whole in the wall with a few tables, bright colored china, and a lot of pastries. We picked out a few different kinds from the giant display and instantly liked every single one. I decided to make it a proper British breakfast and ordered tea as well. The kitchen brought me a giant tea cup full hot water with a tea bag, a small cup of milk, and what looked like an empty ashtray with a spoon in it. At first, I thought they meant to fill it with honey or sugar and forgot, I almost asked but I quickly recovered and realized it was for my used tea bag (silly American!).
Speaking of tea, we were informed that day that we'd have a new oven by tea time. Of course, a quick google of "what time is tea time" made it difficult to nail down a time range. Is tea time a brit's way of saying "later"? The Scottish tea time seems like 5pm, because that's when they rang the door bell. We now have a sleek new oven (along with 2 more smoke and heat alarms) nestled under our worn and outdated cooktop. It took the rest of the night to get the straight-out-of-the-factory chemical smell from the baking trays, but I couldn't wait to try it out. Our next grocery trip was entirely centered around what I could now cook in our brand new oven. Lasagna, casseroles, and baking...no complaints from Pedro. Our tiny fridge has never been so stocked with leftovers.
