Friday, August 20, 2010
A Terribly "Mormon" Thing to Do
There is Mormon doctrine, and then there is Mormon culture. I believe wholeheartedly in the former, and I subscribe to the latter on occasion. Today was one of those days when I was a cultural Mormon.
As I mentioned, I've been fighting the good fight against a smoke-filled common area in our mansion flat complex. Recently, after months of pestering, those who managed our flat have opened windows on each floor of the common area to ventilate the smoke. I was very grateful, and offered to make cookies/biscuits to show it.
They were shocked today when I delivered. So were a few other people who received left-overs.
My husband and I don't eat sugar. Correction: he doesn't, I shouldn't. So there were massive amounts of left-overs that I couldn't keep here. So I identified a few recipients in my neighborhood: the local grocer Harold - I think that's his name - who calls me the "princess of Mayfair" - because he doesn't know mine, and my favorite bookshop in all the world, G. Heywood Hill on Curzon street.
I'll need to blog about both at another time, but let's just say that I found looks of surprise, a little bit of endearment at my rural American ways, and pleasure at the delight of an unexpected, homemade treat. Brits are just discovering cooking, and I think this Mormon gal caught them by (pleasant) surprise...