Mmmmm, PopTarts!

I went down to Cologne last night looking for fabric, and didn't find anything worth buying. Serves me right for having exactly the yardage pictured in my head. And for not living within striking range of a decent fabric store! Anyway, I ended up "consoling" myself by going to the English foods store in downtown and stocking up. I must look like a horrible pig... Club Crackers, two things of Betty Crocker icing, a block of Mull of Kintyre mature cheddar, a few small packs of Reeses' Pieces, a can of Welch's Grape Soda, a can of A&W Cream Soda, and S'Mores PopTarts! Love those PopTarts, breakfast of champions.

Why is it that the English and the Americans have to establish food and book stores wherever they go, while other (European) nationalities don't do so anywhere nearly as often? How often do you see a French food store? Or German? At least, one intended to cater to that nationality, not to the local gourmets.

Anyway...it's Friday. Dinner is calling, along with the local subsitute for Guiness. Living in Germany and being hooked on a non-German beer is difficult. I'm not sure what the rules are, but certainly I have not found any normal supermarkets or stores that carry Guiness. Michelob Genuine Draft, yes, in WalMart, but Guiness? Nope. The German "equivalent" is Koestritzer, which isn't bad, but it just doesn't compare. Guess it's time for another trip to Belgium, where I can buy the real stuff. And it's only 60 miles or so away!

Currently reading: Greg Iles, "Blood Memory"; OK, the main character's grandfather just revealed what I thought he was about to reveal, but is it true? Or is he the guilty party? We'll just have to see.
Finished "Blind Side." Man oh man, the head-hopping made me dizzy! I almost regret having started trying to write, it's made me much more conscious (and much less tolerant!) of head-hopping, inconsistent viewpoints, and so on.
Currently listening to: Ronn McFarlane, "The Scottish Lute"; another excellent recording, of lute and mandora tunes from 16th-18th century Scotland.
Current feline activity: Charl, sleeping. Sophia, pouncing on a scrap of sewing pattern tissue and talking to it. Soon, they'll be five years old.