wensleydale

I am so pleased, I have found Wensleydale cheese. And what's the big deal about Wensleydale cheese? Well, it's the theme cheese of the claymation series "Wallace and Gromit". I'm a big W&G fan. My desk calendar is a Wallace & Gromit desk calendar. Those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about might want to check out the Wallace And Gromit website. Anyway, I found Wensleydale with cranberries in it...tres delish.

I think I must have imagined the snow a few days ago...it's back to spring again. Snow in April? Ridiculous. It's usually in the spring that I miss living out in the country. Not much green around here, really, unless you count the feeble-looking over-manicured excuses for trees in the nearby park. Lots of asphalt, though. I normally don't mind it, but in the springtime I always get a bit wistful for green. Believe it or not, I used be into gardening bigtime. I had a rock garden as well as flower beds around our house. Bursts of daffodil yellow in the forest every spring (we planted tons 'o bulbs out there), lily-of-the valley a few weeks later. Picking lily-of-the-valley (at least this is what I was told) helped propogate them, and I revelled in picking fresh handfuls for the house every morning; the fragrance is one of my favourites.

Just because I was into gardening didn't mean I was -good- at it, however. I used to pour over seed catalogs every winter and order all kinds of flowers and herbs for spring planting. Once I planted a whole plot of wildflowers. When the seedlings came up, I noticed one particular kind of wildflower with distinctive leaves throughout the plot. I decided to transplant this wildflower to its own section of the garden, and spent an hour or so toiling in the sun doing so...it was only a day or two later that I noticed the same "wildflower" throughout my entire garden. I had painstakingly transplanted a whole plot of WEEDS. Sigh.

My lack of green thumb extends to houseplants as well. The first present Jeff ever got for me was a spider plant, back when we first started dating. I remember, even at the time, feeling vaguely sick with horror as he handed over the precious item (The First Gift). I warned him that houseplants didn't tend to like me. He laughed and said that it was impossible to kill spider plants, that they were super-easy to care for. He told me how he still had a plant that one of his ex-girlfriends gave to him years ago (why was he telling me this??) and that the plant brought back good memories of past friendships, yada yada yada.

Anyway, I killed his gift in two weeks.

Now Jeff won't let me near any of our houseplants. :-)

By the way, Haagen Dazs has come out with a new "caramel" flavour that is to die for.