Afternoon tea

 Afternoon tea at the Tea Party at Lee on the Solent. 


It’s Pancake Day!

For real, it’s like a thing here. I had to Google and apparently it’s officially called Shrove Tuesday and is the traditional feast day always held on a Tuesday before the start of Lent.

Why pancakes?? Well, originally it was the opportunity to use up the last of your milk and eggs before your lent fast so people made pancakes and now it seems to have become quite a tradition.

So when Sean told me about Pancake Day I got really excited because I LOVE BREAKFAST FOODS!


Now, when I say pancakes and when Sean says pancakes, it gets confusing. Because when he says, ‘let’s make pancakes for dinner on Pancake Day!’, I automatically assume he means a lovely, fluffy stack of pancakes like one might receive in an IHOP that you cover in maple syrup and maybe some fruit,


but if you want pancakes like that you need to be specific and call them “American pancakes”, because otherwise you’re getting this:


Crepes! Crepes are delicious too, but it’s just another example of how two people speaking the same language can have quite the language barrier. I just have to remember that on this side of the pond they’re making the European version of pancakes. Either way, I can’t wait for Sean to get home tonight so we can have our upside down day and cook breakfast for dinner for my first Shrove Tuesday/Pancake Day! We are making American style pancakes because neither of us are confident in our crepe making abilities!! Happy Pancake Day everyone!

Give me all the sweets!

I love working out and I love eating healthy, but if I’m going to be honest I’d rather be chubby any day than live the rest of my life without desserts.

Since moving to the UK (it was my 5 month anniversary on Sunday!) I have apparently made an unspoken goal of trying to consume every dessert Great Britain has to offer.


Shamefully Proudly I have consumed many a chocolate fudge cake and Belgium chocolate brownie in my short time here and it’s probably at the top of my sweets list. We like to make it even more unhealthy by pouring double cream on it and we don’t skimp on the cream. In this particular occasion we even added some Reese’s peanut butter cups. #noshame


Profiteroles are something I never tried until moving here and OMG they’re so great! They’re little puff pastries filled with cream and topped with chocolate(think, eclairs). Around Christmas time you can buy a whole tray of like 36 profiteroles, you know for parties or when you and your husband just had too many bottles of wine and want a little snack….


Last weekend Sean hit me with a curve ball and introduced me to some major deliciousness. Morrison’s is a local grocery chain here and they make what is probably the best custard and raspberry filled donuts I have ever had in my life. They’re so good, I’m talking sitting in the car park of the store with powdered covered lips making sex noises while you eat them good.


It’s a good thing that I love to run! Since moving here I’ve run close to 300 miles and I’ll admit I’m really just trying to find a balance between being healthy and enjoying life. There’s one thing for certain that Sean and I have in common and that’s a love of food. Whether it’s making healthy dinners together or destroying a cake while watching extreme weight loss shows in stretchy pants trousers, we’re definitely enjoying the experiences!



Geordie Shore > Jersey Shore

A lot of people have asked me about British TV shows and I’ll admit I mostly watch reruns of Friends (because it’s on TV all day, everyday) and hoarders because I’m obsessed with seeing how gross other people can be. However, the Brits are pushing out quite a few gems in the realm of television and Geordie Shore is definitely my favourite. I loved watching Jersey Shore, but I looooooooove watching Geordie Shore. It’s Jersey Shore to the extreme. More drinking, more sexing, more fighting, fake tans, big hair, and with accents so thick that they have to use a caption so that other Brits know wtf they’re saying.


They’re so raunchy and I love that all the girls got really fat around season 6 because they all drink too much and then finish off their night with a kebab (which btdubs is the new burrito and America really needs to get on the kebab shop trend). Now they’re all skinny and have obnoxious lip injections, but if we had a dvd player I would definitely buy Charlotte’s workout dvd.




Fanksgiving & visits from Merican’s


Waking up this morning and this is exactly how I feel after Thanksgiving and playing host to one of my friends who came to visit me last week, but there was so much food goodness that was totally worth it. My friend Mike travels EVERYWHERE for work and it just so happened that he was in Switzerland working and decided to take a long layover in England on his way home so that he could visit us. Unfortunately Sean is gone for two weeks and so he missed Mike’s visit, but at least it helped to break up my time alone while Sean is gone.
While he was here we went to some local spots and we had brats at the Christmas market in Portsmouth and walked around Portchester Castle.

After eating junk food all day I cooked us a little Thanksgiving feast and I have to say that I did pretty damn well and I’m very proud of myself. We had a 5 bird roast, homemade mashed potatoes, Brussels sprouts, roasted carrots, roasted parsnips, and gravy.

Mike is much braver than me so he was able to get off the plane and manage driving on the wrong side of the road with few problems, he only almost killed us twice so I’d say he did pretty damn well considering I’ve been here three months and have only attempted driving twice in a parking lot.  On Friday he drove us an hour and a half up to Surrey so we could tour Hampton Court Palace. This, I was very excited about! Having watched a documentary on Netflix about Hampton Court I felt all knowledgeable about facts pertaining to Hampton Court and was very excited to see the home of Henry VIII.

Most of the knowledge I retained and shared from the documentary were relating to the replica of the fountain in the courtyard that once flowed wine, knowing that Anne Boleyn had her head chopped off, and saying, “kings have walked here” everywhere we walked along the grounds.

Saturday we drove up to London and I successfully got us everywhere we needed to go through the underground or “tewb” as Mike likes to text it. I claim credit for our success with the underground because while Mike has been to London before I need to claim England as my territory and that I am showing him around, plus he kept forgetting his ticket for the tube in the machine when we went through.


We spent the day walking around London with me regretting my choice to wear Doc Marten’s and choosing fashion before comfort, but all was forgotten when we arrived in Camden Town and I found what I will refer to as, Heaven. Food trucks galore!!!! We got pork burritos from a happy man dancing to Spanish music and mine was doused in so much green horseradish sauce that my sinuses will be clear for weeks, I LOVED IT. My only regret is that I am not a cow (although today I feel like the size of one) and am without three stomachs because I wanted to eat everything. I even dripped burrito juice all over my coat and wore it like a badge of honour for the remainder of the weekend. IMG_0771

I was pretty sad to say goodbye to Mike in the airport yesterday because who knows when I’ll see him again, but I’m so thankful that he was able to take a few days to come visit me and that I didn’t have to be alone on Thanksgiving. I miss my family and friends in the states so much and sometimes it’s hard to be so far away, but I’m convincing myself it will get easier over time.

Like a grown ass girl I made the journey home from London all by myself. I took the hour long tube ride from the airport back to the city, got myself on the train to Portsmouth, asked three people if I was on the correct train before we took off and two more about an hour into the trip because I wasn’t certain the first three knew what they were talking about, and then got on the correct bus to take me home once I was off the train. Look at me, all grown up traveling through England on my own! 12249902_1017891331566311_2953238493018090171_n

The end.

Understanding English (UK)

It’s hard to believe there can sometimes be a language barrier between me and Sean, considering we speak the same language, but sometimes I don’t know what he’s talking about. Spelling and pronunciation are already issues because American’s thought the letter Z needed more attention and we dropped the use of U from so many words. While I have come to recognize (notice my use of Z instead of spelling it as, recognise) many differences and some of them I use, many of them I refuse to adopt because they don’t make sense to me. So to give you all an idea of where my confusion comes from here is a list of some of the many differences between American and UK English:

-Sweaters = Jumpers
-Tank Tops = Vest
-Vests = Waistcoat
-Car Trunk = Boot
-Car Hood = Bonnet
-Underwear = Pants
-Pants = Trousers
-Highway = Motorway
-Sneakers = Trainers
-Diaper = Nappy
-Pacifier = Dummy
-Parking Lot = Car Park
-Pharmacy = Chemist
-Baked Potato = Jacket Potato
-Broil = Grill
-Potato Chips = Crisps
-French Fries = Chips
-Closet = Wardrobe
-Faucet = Tap
-Stove = Cooker
-A line you stand in = Queue
-Flashlight = Torch
-Trashcan = Bin
-Restroom = Toilet
-Halfway through any hour ( Ex: 8:30, we would say eight-thirty) = Half eight
-Biscuits are cookies, but some of those cookies just look like crackers to me.
-Puddings are desserts and sweets, including puddings but there’s also meat pies called puddings.
-Tea is tea, but tea can also be dinner, but it can also be afternoon tea or high tea, both of which also involve foods like tiny little sandwiches and cakes.

A typical British greeting, “hiya, you alright?” = This means hello. It does not mean they want to know if you’re alright. They don’t care if you’re alright, just repeat it back to them and move on.

If you use an American term that isn’t recognized recognised by the Brit you are speaking to, you can expect a blank stare. Thankfully Sean has spent enough time in America that he knows what I’m talking about, but I still sometimes nod my head in fake comprehension or give a stink eye behind his back when he uses a term that I don’t know.

My first UK birthday.

Today is my 33rd birthday!

Not really a milestone year as far as birthdays go, but it’s a big deal to me because it’s my first birthday in the UK.

It is also my first birthday as Sean’s wife.

As well as my first birthday living on a separate continent from my parents.

My new in laws are the sweetest and my Nanna-in-law sent me a package and when I opened it I burst into tears right away. She had a picture of my dog, Pig printed on a pillow. I miss her so much and this gift means so much to me.


Sean got me a pretty little bike and I’m so happy about it because we live about an hours walking distance from any shopping center or the beach. So now I can just hop on my bike and go anywhere, within riding distance.


Sean was suppose to be at sea, but they didn’t sail yesterday so he’s home with me tonight! Sooooooooo, like the old lady that I am, I plan to party hard tonight with a pizza and Harry Potter movie marathon because I can’t imagine a better night than wearing my sweats and being in bed at a reasonable hour.

Since we thought Sean would be at sea today we had to reschedule my birthday plans of going on the Harry Potter Studio tour for next Saturday. I cannot wait!! I’m so glad I’ve been watching the movies this week and I keep thinking, “I’m going to be there soon, I’m going to see that in person!”