I took a tin that Pete had picked up in the British foods aisle somewhere. [I know, I know. Where's the damn British chocolate?! The hell with treacle pudding.]
I opened one end and upended it onto a plate.
Then I opened the other end so the
Then I put it on the table with all the homemade and store bought goodies. Not surprisingly, Youngest ate a Danish cookie and left the rest of the tidbits on his plate.
To all of those locals who believe my boy goes to a lily-white school with a bunch of racist, elitist parents (such as moi), let me point out that his class of 20 includes first-generation or actual immigrants as follows:
3 full-on Indian
2 full-on Chinese
2 half or full-on European
Oh, I'm sorry, what's that you say? Those immigrants don't count? They're the wrong kind? Just shut up and eat the treacle pudding.