Lucky Knickers

Oh you cheeky wee commenter's! Lucky knickers indeed! Let me know if anyone agrees but in my experience the only time I am guaranteed to get lucky is when I'm wearing my grungiest, most faded, saggy, bog-catching granny undies. Then its a sure thing!

There were no lucky knickers (or red socks) involved in my public house excursion last week, just a pot, a parma, and clientele that looked quite similar to this.....

(image uploaded from here)

My friends mother has taken over the Burrumbeet Hotel so we were off for some hearty country tucker and did dishes to pay for our supper. Call me provincial but I'd never experienced the cheesy joy that is a parma till I came to these fine shores..... mmmm...gotta love it's gooey melty goodness.

I've come over all excited this week! Yesterday I was interviewed by Stefanie from lovely Thaw magazine, lots of tricky questions about my blogging addiction had me waffling on like a very waffly thing! It was fun though, to have a good think about why I like to do this so much. I won't spoil the surprise by telling you now (I don't think you can write posts that long!) so you will have to wait till the Spring issue comes out.

Spring? Doesn't it feel just so far away!