Royale with Cheese

John and I each woke up this morning even stiffer and more sore than we were yesterday. We both spend a little time lurching around like Frankenstein, but eventually our muscles loosened up enough to move. Although my hands, wrists and forearms still scream in protest every time I do anything at all. Like squeezing a bottle of dish soap, picking up a hardcover book or holding a grocery bag. Obviously I need to work on arm/wrist strength!

In other news, we have been slowly making our way through the British candy John's cousin Bobby gave us recently. (Yes, I did make my peanut butter/M&M cookies this past weekend, and they are tasty. What's your point? I can eat a bite or two of candy too.) He gave us, among other treats, a Cadbury sample pack chock full of chocolates they don't sell in the United States. I'd like to know why we can't get our hands on Crunchie bars. That is one delicious candy. Also, Cadbury's, if you're taking requests, please start selling the soda Lilt here. Both my husband and one of my co-workers have waxed eloquently and poetically on and on about the delights of Lilt. I think you'd find there's a market for it here. Plus, they've gotten me curious enough to want to try it.

However, I must say that Nestle's isn't faring nearly so well. Bobby also gave us some candy called Smarties that I think are supposed to be like M&M's. They are not. And they do not taste good. I hope you poor British people get M&M's too, because Smarties are a pale, inferior imitation, like generic soda. Now, American Smarties are ok. They are little fruit flavored sugar disks that come in a plastic twist. Perhaps you have them and call them something else. I remember hearing that Snickers are called something else in England. Now if we just had an American equivalent to the Crunchie bar.