I started this blog when I moved to live in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, but then didn't let it go when I left and took five months off travelling through China, Australia, France and the Netherlands. I'm now living and working in the UK, and still haven't given it up...
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Rather jealous Floss, you've stirred up pangs of jealousy in me that i thought i'd staved off. I had my second Cambodian christmas in the illustrious town of Sisophon. Yes that backwater, brothel-filled, dustbowl of a town. The aussie guy who runs the restaurant did manage to find turkey, ham, roast potatoes and christmas pud (+ brandy butter which i thought was vanilla ice cream so took loads!) but he was never going to get us all the crisp frosty mornings that we longed for! Glad all is well in England, I'm back in August so drinks perhaps with Vanessa?
The Floss Effect You forgot to mention YOUR input over Christmas (aside from your obvious cheery and helpful disposition)- which may well alter years and years of tradition (no mean feat in this nation I can assure you). Yes, you've introduced Sushi to our Christmas table - which proved to be very popular indeed! Now if you could please find an alternative to the Brussel Sprout?!
Aww shucks... Gee, thanks! I have to admit I was quite amazed at the acceptance of sushi at the Christmas table by diehard traditional Brits!
Next year...I'll bring the christmas ice-cream cassatta...
Brussel Sprout or ice cream? As much as I LOVE ice cream it doesn't, surely, and will not ever, go with gravy, bread sauce and turkey, thus no realistic substitute for the brussel sprout! Think again, please?
Snow? But still no snow! I have photos of Kabul in the snow - very British. And I'm not, and never will be, jealous of someone having brussels sprouts! Very bleugh! Cheers and Happy New Year to you, Floss.
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Rather jealous
Floss, you've stirred up pangs of jealousy in me that i thought i'd staved off. I had my second Cambodian christmas in the illustrious town of Sisophon. Yes that backwater, brothel-filled, dustbowl of a town. The aussie guy who runs the restaurant did manage to find turkey, ham, roast potatoes and christmas pud (+ brandy butter which i thought was vanilla ice cream so took loads!) but he was never going to get us all the crisp frosty mornings that we longed for! Glad all is well in England, I'm back in August so drinks perhaps with Vanessa?