Potato Chip Cookies?
Yeah, that's how I felt when I first heard about them too. Apparently, it's an underground society, there are those that are in the potato chip cookie circle and then those of us on the outside just longing to be "in". I think I'm going to have to do it. I'm just going to have to whip up a batch of
these bad boys this weekend. Although I might substitue the pecans for walnuts because my inside source claims it's walnuts or bust.
Christmas is drawing near and Monday night is my last Deutschkurz before the holidays. We are going to have a little
Weihnachten celebration and I was nomiated to do something Canadian. I've been mulling (mmm...mulled wine....sorry I got distracted) this over, and quite frankly, what is more Christmas than cookies....of a Potato Chip variety? humm...it would seem everything is coming up Potato Chip Cookies tonight. Seriously though, the only thing that keeps going through my mind when evoking the Christmases of yore (Maybe I need to sleep?) ie my childhood, are those silly "Gingerbread" houses made with Graham crackers and mini-milk cartons. Maybe I teach my German class about those....
In other news, I managed to get myself to the gym TWICE so far this week and if everything proceeds according to my plans, I'll nip in for time number three tomorrow. Go team me! I guess I kind of let it slide there for a bit...."Who are you again? Are you suuurrrre you belong to THIS gym?" Which was followed by a "the only way we can suspend your gym membership while you are away is if you give us a photocopy of your grandmother's birth certificate and a blood sample". Maybe I'm over-exagerating a tad, but still, I paid to have a flexible gym membership and yet it remains so complicated. I'd hate to see what the less flexible options are like....
On the topic of helpful people, today, with my pal
Susan we hit up the French Social Insurance Office to attempt to get her a SIN number. Not as easy as one may think. My last experience there was nothing but positive (very odd for a French government office). I had such a utopic vision of the place, I was actually nervous of returning for fear that my warm fuzzy feelings would vanish into thin air. Despite a rocky start involving "queue hopping", the chick was quite helpful and almost...understanding? Craziness I tell you.
Alright, off to start paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkkkkkiingggggggggg!!!!
I mean, it's not like I'm excited or anything.
You know, whatever.
PS. Nick have a safe trip!!