To my surprise, quite a few people have asked for a visual tour of my new (for the next four months) home and neighbourhood. This isn’t something I would have considered doing of my own volition and, to be honest, I don’t think it’s quite appropriate for me to post photos of the belongings and general living space of my two new (fabulous!) housemates. However, I can show you a few photos of my street and my room.
This is part of the very long street on which you could find, squished-up 12 Grimmauld Place-style, my new home. That is to say, you could find it if you had my address, but you don’t. Because that would be discomforting for my soul.
This is another part of the street. I like the pointy nature of the buildings, partly because I’ve always wanted to live in an attic.
Here is the tiny but lovely bedroom I am subletting. And here is the perplexing mathematical equation I have been dealing with:
1 small bedroom with little storage space + 7 pillows + I don’t sleep with any pillows = WHERE WHY HOW DO I PUT HIDE ESCAPE FROM BEING SMOTHERED BY ALL THE EVERY SO MANY PILLOWS PILLOWS SEVEN OF THEM.
So there you are. A tour, of sorts. I couldn’t bring myself to do more, because I feel that that way lies a slippery slope ending with me showing photos of a reorganised spice drawer, and please heavens someone take my blog away from me before it gets to that.
Now, onto something I’m more comfortable writing about: dodgy chocolate.
Cadbury Dairy Milk Pretzel and Peanut Butter
Yes, yes, I know that almost every Cadbury review on my blog falls somewhere on the scathing spectrum, but you should know that I can rarely resist the words “peanut butter”. Throw the words “pretzel pieces” into the mix as well, and what can I say? I can say “here, have my money, salesperson”. That’s what I can say.
The aroma of this Cadbury Dairy Milk Pretzel and Peanut Butter bar was sweet as can be, but also had notes of ice cream and waffle cones and in particular the ice cream store in Merimbula where my family would holiday every January and I would choose scoops of English Toffee and Triple Chocolate ice cream in a just-baked crispy waffle and I would end up with ice cream on my nose somehow And It Was Grand.
My tasting notes for Cadbury’s milk chocolate studded with pretzel pieces and peanut butter are as follows: sweet sweeeeeeeeeeeeet salty bready malty hefty salt twang oooooooh roasted peanuts crispy salt like a sugary milkshake but with salty-mcsalt-salt sweet salt sweet salt peanut butter YES though I will never buy this again.
Reese Minis Peanut Butter Cup Candy
Living in Canada is helping me brush up on my food-based French language skills. It’s fantastic. I now know that “moules au beurre d’arachides” means peanut butter cups. Hurrah!
I doubt I need to give tasting notes for these mini Reese’s peanut butter cups. Have you ever had a Reese’s peanut butter cup? If so, then you know that they are comprised of a unique-salty-crumbly-nothing-else-on-Earth-tastes-quite-like-it peanut butter filling covered in rather insipid milk chocolate that tastes more of caster sugar than cacao. You likely also know that, somehow, this combination works wonders on the tastebuds.
These mini cups are just like the Reese’s peanut butter cups you’ve tasted before, but mini. Which means you can eat seventeen of them in one sitting.
Not that you have to eat seventeen in a row, of course. But I won’t tell if you won’t.