Saturday, September 12, 2009

Blokes

Bloke. It's one of those words that Americans simply do not use, which makes me smile inside every time I hear it. If I were to assign a rough translation, it is akin to our "guy." But it's more than that. A bloke is a man's man. Hence the title of this cookbook.

The friends Trey stayed with in Aberdeen had this priceless cookbook in his bedroom, and knowing me and my fondness for cooking and all things British, he had to share this treasure with me and now I with you.

Furthermore, Trey took a fancy to this mousepad in the same home. Perhaps, it's the kind of thing that can only be appreciated by outsiders because the owner's of said mousepad gladly relinquished it to him. I mean, c'mon. What's funnier than three kilt-bedecked blokes clinging to their bagpipes as they romp on the grass to pump themselves up for the piping competition? Nothing...is the answer. Never mind that the picture looks decidedly photoshopped because no real, self-respecting Scot would ever behave in such a way. Obviously the Scottish tourist board recognizes that all Americans labor under the delusion that there is nothing more quintessentially Scottish than blokes in kilts with pipes.

And may I remind you that the contest is still on to win a deluxe edition of the Jesus Storybook Bible with audio CDs. Leave a comment on the Sharing the Love post and you will be automatically entered. Winner to be announced Monday!

3 comments:

Mama Em said...

That very pic of the kilted blokes is even on buses- it is for Homecoming 2009, which I am still unsure about what that includes....?

Mark and Rachel said...

I have that mousepad at work! Love it :) Ocassionally, when in a daze I stare at it and smile b/c of the craziness of it all.

Amie Vaughan said...

Mama Em, I agree... Homecoming 2009 has been pretty sketchy. I think they are basically just doing the same things they always do (Highland Games, Hogmanay, what have you), but wanting everyone in the world to come to Scotland for them this year. =)

And Becky... I have seen some Scots at the pub across from my place acting a fool like that in their kilts from time to time. But usually it's only after they are totally hammered AND their team has won. ;)