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From the Other Side Stephen and I met online in a chat community called ZDNet. We were both hosts there, and as we started to run into each other we started to visit. Well, as things go, we talked, we fell in love, and he left his home and his country for me. Stephen is from Australia, and I from the USA. The first time I saw him, as he walked off that plane and into my arms is something that I can never describe and do justice to, so I will skip all the gushy stuff, and just tell you that I was so glad that he was finally here. We married, and left for Texas that night. I had been living in Washington State prior to his coming, and we were going to Texas because that was where the bluebonnets lived (another story all in its own). It was very scary driving down the road with this man who kept wanting to drive on the other side of the road, and we had a long haul in front of us. Of course, being a man, he felt compelled to do the driving LOL. But, we made it safe and sound, although I still am not sure how, and proceeded to make our nest. Soon after arriving in Texas, I was doing the wifely thing, and asking him what he wanted for dinner. He told me that he would like curry, and maybe some biscuits. After determining what type of curry he wanted, I proceeded to make dinner. Curried chicken and biscuits. I was proud of the way my biscuits turned out, all nice and fluffy, and hot from the oven. Stephen said "I like scones, but I wanted biscuits". Scones??? I made biscuits, what did he want?? So, being the good wife that I am, I ask him, what is a biscuit? He could not really describe them, just that they were usually hard, and sweet. So now I am thinking, what the hell are biscuits, and how can I learn to make them, so my husband is going to be happy? Guess what? NO CLUE!!! So along I trudge trying to find out what exactly is it that he is wanting. A few days have gone by and Guess what?? Still NO CLUE!!! We go to the store, and I ask him to find something there that resembles what the hell it is he is wanting. I am trying to be a good wife here you know, and this is getting kind of frustrating. He then finds the COOKIE aisle, and says these are kind of like biscuits. OK, now we know, biscuits are cookies, scones are biscuits and we are starting to make progress. Next, I am doing something or other and he playfully slaps my hind end and tells me "You are such a dag!!" I smile, and say what is a dag? He laughs and tells me it is a term of endearment. OK people, if anyone calls you a dag, I have some advice for you, it is NOT a term of endearment, it is, to be blunt, the bits of fur around a sheep ass that is matted with shit. That is right, he is now comparing me with bits of shit, and I am supposed to be wooed. LOL, OK, now this could be a problem, but I love this guy, and am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. There are many words used in Australia that have a totally different meaning than I was taught. For example: Arvo: afternoon Aggro: aggravated Barbie: cookin' outdoors Brekky: breakfast Bagged: criticized Bludger: slacker
Chook: chicken Choc-a-block: full Dag, daggy: unfashionable (see what I mean about not nice) Dobber: tattle tell Doona: comforter Fair dinkum: honest Flat out: really busy Give it a go: try something Globe: light bulb Holiday: vacation Jumper: sweater Lollies: candy Mackas: McDonalds Nuff nuff: fool Pokies: slot machine Pom: person from England Roo: kangaroo Rubber: pencil eraser Seppo: an American Shout: buy a round of drinks Singlet: tank top Thongs: flip flops Torch: flashlight Uni: college Whinge: whine Wonky: unstable
So, now some time has passed and he is telling me how much he is missing his Aussie food, so being the good wife that I am, I try to find out exactly what it is he is wanting. Come to find out, it is not much, just some meat pies and pavlova. AH HA!! I can make a meat pie, and proceed to do so, the pavlova is another mystery, what the heck is it? I search the web, and still do not feel comfortable with the answers, I mean, I want to know exactly what we are talking about. Guess what?? The meat pies that I spent a whole day making are not exactly right, they are good he says, but they are not like home. Great!! I am really feeling like I am on a roll......all down hill, and finding every boulder on the way. So now to find out what an Aussie meat pie consists of. Silly me, the only difference that I can find is that puff pastry is used for the top crust. So, being the good wife that I am, I make all new meat pies, and waa laa!! Success at last. OK, so now I have meat pies, biscuits and scones figured out. Some times I wish I had someone to talk to who knows these things. Pavlova is.............................................are you ready for this?..................................meringue, nothing more, nothing less. It is a baked meringue shell filled with fruit. Hooray!! Feeling a little more secure in the wifely department now, I have got this food thing at least kind of down, and I again feel like a good wife LOL. I tend to ramble, and that appears to be what I have been doing, so let me make the point that I started out to make (you can see why I can drive the man batty at times, huh?)
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