Time for me and angel pee

 

First I want to wish all my blog buddies a happy new year and say that I was pleasantly surprised to see that some of you checked in on my wellbeing during my abscence.

 

 

 

Now, I'll tell the story of angel pee.

 

 

I was in the liquor store before Christmas looking for Root Beer Schnapps

Suggested to me by my son

(you know you're getting old when....)

 

Found the Schnapps, but as good as Root Beer Schnapps sounded, Butter Ripple sounded better, so that's what ended up in my basket.

I also spied with my little eye something that was yellow.

Advocaat, to be exact.

This is a Dutch drink that I used to call "yellow pudding" when I was small.  I knew my mom loved it, so I bought a bottle to surprise her, I didn't even know you could get it in Canada.

 

So, twas the night before Christmas and in my house

Two ladies sat around the table with advocaat and a game of Rummikib.

Advocaat is served in shot glasses with a little tiny spoon and whipped cream on top. 

At the first taste, my mom said:
"net of er een engeltje op mijn tongske pissed."

Apparantly, she and her mother used to drink advocaat and play cards and giggle over nothing and my grandpa would tell them to at least let him in on the joke, but since he was a man, he didn't understand how us gals can just get the giggles over nothing.

 

Anyway, she asked if I knew what it meant, which I sort of did.

It translates to:

"Just as if a little angel peed on my tongue."

 

I guess in Holland the angels pee differently than here,

because I wouldn't want anyone peeing on my tongue, even angels!

 

Do love the trip down memory lane though.