My cousins have been here this week. The cousins brought some snacks from home to have handy for their travels. Yesterday they moved on to their next destination and left behind a few snacks to lighten the load. One of those snacks were these little orange coloured, fish shaped crackers. They kept calling them Goldfish but I guessed they were cheese crackers. Being a true cheese fanatic (in all forms, including artificial flavouring and humour) I was curious about trying them. I took the cousins to the station, came back and while making a cup of tea I picked a Goldfish cracker out of the bag.
When you’ve been an expat long enough some things develop back home without you knowing anything about it at all. Clearly Goldfish arrived while I was away. After the first one, I had another to make sure these were as incredible as I first thought.
Yes, they were.
So I had a handful. Then another handful. I poured them out into a bowl and took them to my desk so I could snack while working.
And yes, I got another bowl. I couldn’t help it. A weakness of mine–I get a taste for something and I eat and eat and eat it. Probably that’s why no one has ever confused me with a skinny person.
Anyway. Thank you cousins for introducing Goldfish to me. I don’t even blame you for the Goldfish shaped belly ache I got later–I take full responsibility.
Now, like a true long-term expat, I’m off to Google where I can buy them online…