Red shoe clicking Dorothy certainly knew what she was talking about when she uttered those words. Home really is the best. It’s kind of funny really but I never thought that I would class anywhere other than my own dear Blighty as home but after a month in the UK catching up with family, I can honestly say that it feels good to be back. Whilst exiting the arrivals lounge at Sofia airport, laden down with luggage (how do I always end up with so much of it I ask myself) I felt comfortably reassured. Bulgaria, it would seem, is now my home.
Please don’t misread me, I had a great time visiting my family. Gossiping, eating, shopping, eating, catching up with family members visiting from France, eating, watching the Olympics with English commentary (bonus!), eating, mastering Netflix, eating. Well, I think perhaps you get the gist. Diet, here I come. York and Arbroath were my destinations, as dissimilar from each other as you can possibly get! I’d forgotten how wonderful the second hand clothes at the charity shops in York are, how delicious empire biscuits taste, the Scots can certainly teach us a thing or two about biscuit baking and sadly, but inevitably, how awful the British summer can really be (but how quickly I was reminded of this fact)!
I would so like to have brought some delicious empire biscuits back with me however I was well overweight, that’s both luggage and body weight I hasten to add, so a search for biscuit recipes on the internet will have to suffice, I’ll just make the one batch, I promise. Alongside the shredded suet, English mustard powder, celery seed and custard powder I did manage to successfully cram some chocolate fudge into my case, please don’t judge me too harshly, it was home made and had the word chocolate in it, what more can I say? Admit it, it looks pretty good doesn’t it?
I bought it from a lovely tearoom/sweet shop/gift shop in Arbroath called Sugar and Spice. I didn’t try out the tearoom (I’m so sorry, Lorna) but I did sample some of their lovely ice cream to make up for it. Rhubarb and custard flavour, oh my, it was delicious and well worth the agony it caused to my sensitive teeth. Sometimes you just have to suffer in the name of research
To be home is wonderful, I’m back in the arms of my fabulous hubby, our gorgeous dogs greeted me with enthusiastic woofing and licking and, inevitably, the odd scratches and I have my garden and kitchen to occupy me once more.
I ask you, what more could a woman ask for?