The Blithe Traveler: Hobbit Poo

So my brownies for the International Food Festival at the children's school did not turn out so very grand. The kitchen is just not my favorite playground. The bloody things ended up looking like Hobbit poo. Hobbits are British, right? So that works for an International Food Day, right?

Note that the Hobbit Poo Brownies ended up in the "American" section. Right next to the Peanut Butter and Jelly and the Hamburgers. Ha! There were some really amazing foods at the International Food Festival, but, frankly, none of those amazing foods were in the "American" section. The tragic Hobbit Poo Brownies were a desperate attempt to find something that had some vague American overtone but that would take me less than 4 nanoseconds to actually produce, as, I am busy studying for my Czech final. The Peanut Butter and Jelly maker must have been studying for, like, their Calculus final.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this news flash: If I am typing this, I am not studying for my Czech Final. Which means I am this much closer to failure. Argh! What is it with me and procrastination?? I have been putting off blogging for months and suddenly I have to blog every day, just because I have a final to study for?? Wait, did I just end that sentence in a preposition? Is that legal in Czech???

End PSA.

So what exactly should an American bring to an International Food Festival? I thought about ham and cheese sandwiches, but that struck me as a bit too time consuming. From other quarters, there was potine, Chinese dumplings, somosas, sushi, spring rolls, knedlicky, yorkshire pudding, welsh cakes and a host of other delicacies from around the globe.

What I did bring that worked rather well was the brand spanking new Clown Car stuffed full of children.

There were seven of us, as the eldest of the bunch is big enough to sit up front in the passenger seat.

I love my new car. There was some grumbling from this random bunch of assorted children that we really should have sprung for a Porche, but when I explained that the Ford allowed for all seven of us to travel together, they hushed their little mouths asked me to change the station from BBC to Radio Krokodial. Clever bunch.

And if you asked them, the Food Festival was a huge success. They scarfed down the brownies right along with all the other real goodies with nary a comment on the rock-like nature of my American delicacy. And if nothing else, I gave the mom's who actually are rather talented in the kitchen a foil. Next year, though, I'll request space in the British section. And not just because of the Hobbit reference*: