The Brit Giveaway Winners

Remember how I had a giveaway and the original winner didn't contact me? [so sorry for that person].

Well, look what you all missed out on.

It's so nice to be able to share 'home' with some fellow Limeys!  I hope you ladies enjoy all your goodies and that one day soon we will be able to actually meet up for a lovely cuppa.

Until then, don't eat it all at once.  *smile*

Thank you so much for my British goodies. It was so exciting to open this up this morning. Now I need to establish some self control and not scoff them all in one ☺
Posted by Liz Mason on Saturday, 25 July 2015

DING DONG!! The delivery man just brought me the best package ever!! Thank you so much for the goodies. Can't wait to...
Posted by Rosie Makinney on Saturday, 25 July 2015

And you know what, I do, in fact ROCK!! (as is shown by the actual, very real stick of Brighton rock that I popped in each box.)

You might want to share my blog with any of your English friends as you never know, I might have another giveaway some time soon. :-)

British Goodies Giveaway

Recently, the Fresh & Easy close to my house shut down, which is a shame because it was the jewel that had fallen out of the Tesco crown, but where I could still get English food items.

I have previously written about my experiences at Fresh & Easy right here.

However, there is always a silver lining in every grey cloud and mine was the fact that everything was being sold at HALF PRICE!! 

So I went down there and fought my way through the crowds, because apparently now it's closing, its the best supermarket in the area and everyone wanted to go there.  [I'm sure the half price tags had something to do with the popularity]  It was a bloody madhouse with everyone fighting over spaghetti sauce and beer.

Not me - I legged it straight around to the international section and began loading up my trolley with goodies, much to the disgust of a lady who was looking over my shoulder trying to see what my hurry was.  She even tut tutted me a bit. Rude.

Well, having taken everything I wanted (well, everything I could carry anyway) I moved away.  The rude tutting lady immediately dived to the self and picked up some salad cream (yes, I did leave some), she read the back and put it down again, with a screwed up nose.  She didn't even know what she was looking at - it was one of those instances where if you see someone buying it all up, you must have it!

So now my cupboards are bursting - I have more salad cream than I can ever use before the sell by date and clotted cream.  Do I really need clotted cream?  Two jars of it?  Take a look at my haul:

So I had a thought. I'm going to do a giveaway to any expat out there who would like some.  Up for grabs is a bottle of salad cream, a jar of clotted cream, a mini jar of marmite and a couple of Aero's.

All you need to do is email me here: chelseagirl70sw6@gmail.com  or leave a comment below and let me know why you think you should be the one who gets it.  The best answer wins!  [That would be the best answer in my opinion *smile*]

It would also be lovely if you could share my blog with your friends and family (not that I'm begging for readers, you know, but just in case they might like some English goodies).

Addition:  You can also comment on my Facebook page for a chance to win!!

Marmite - Love It (or hate it)

Marmite, as the tag line goes, you either love it or hate it.  Well, I bloody love it!!

In fact, I love it so much I have a Saturday morning ritual of a bit of a lay in, while watching Eastenders and having a few slices of Marmite on toast and a cup of tea.  Every. Blooming. Week!!  Heaven.  It’s my one morning of total Englishness.

I rely on family visiting from Blighty to supply me with my Marmite rations.  You can buy it here in the US, but it is extremely expensive and you can’t get the mahoosive jar, only the small ones.  So obviously, when I was back in England last month I found the biggest jar I could to bring back with me.   Yes – 500g of lovely, yeasty goodness.

Who wants the weenie one?  Much too small

That was all very well and good until I started to pack my suitcase to come back.  How do you fit all the clothes your brought with you, the souvenirs you're taking back, 7 Double Decker bars, 10 Curlywurlys, 5 Fudge bars, 12 penguins (not the bird), a packet of Club bars, 2 packs of choccie bickies, Chewits, two six packs of Crisps, a jar of Picallilli, various other food items which you just cannot live without - AND your massive Marmite - in your case.  Well, that was a problem and I made a terrible, terrible (in hindsight) decision to put my Marmite in my carry on luggage.  *sad face*

No sooner had I got to security at Heathrow and put my bag through the scanner thingy than the bells went off.  This huge wailing sound as my case was unceremoniously pushed to one side and I was asked to step around… Oh dear, I’m British you know, please, please don’t single me out, especially in front of strangers.  Oh the horror, oh the embarrassment.  But, that was nothing compared to what happened next.

Oh no, not content to point me out to about 1000 people, (it was probably more like 50, but felt like 1000) I was then made to undo my bag (which was pretty much packed to the gills with more food items) and I had to watch in utter despair as every single item was taken out, held up as if he was showing it to the crowd, and then put back down again.  But then he got to my Marmite.  I saw his face, and knew instantly he was a hater, not a lover.  He held the jar up with a kind of screwed up nose and then let it go, dropping it into a bin – a metal bin, no less – and I still hear that clanging sound as it hit the bottom and rolled around a bit.  He even made eye contact with me as he was doing it - the bugger!!  My heart dropped and I worried all the way back to America that someone was going to take it out of the bin and take it home!  How very dare they.
 

 

But then there's this:

Ha, so there M. airport security man, you didn't get all my Marmite goodies.  My yummy crisps were still in (bascially) one piece by the time I got home!  And you can bet I will enjoy every crumb!