Fred has recently been going to Helsinki, Finland for some work meetings and upon his return, he brought us some souvenirs to try. Some eucalyptus candies and dried cranberries were good, nothing special, but then he pulled out a can of reindeer pate. What!?!
Alex had been talking about it for the next 24 hours and saying things like, "they had to kill a reindeer to make it?!" and "Santa is going to go much slower since some of his reindeer are missing".
Glad this kid isn't immune to the circle of life.
I tried it and honestly, it was so gross. Pate in general is horrid and this stuff just looked like a giant vienna sausage. Plus it smelled like it and tasted like it. So ya- it was Vienna Reindeer Paste.
Yuck!
But now I can say I've eaten reindeer! Thanks, Fred?
"The Life" as an Au Pair, a Mormon, and a girl looking for wild adventures in Paris
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“Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.”
― Henry van Dyke
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