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A Package of Gold

Yes, that's right, I arrived home last night from a wet walk to the grocery store to find a treasure.

I am often asked what I most miss from home. Until recently, I never really had an answer because family and friends is an obvious one and besides them what else could possibly matter?

In an effort to be able to make conversation, however, I decided that the weather would be one thing. Sounds strange to be missing the minus 40C weather but really, its the extremes. I love the hot summer much more BECAUSE of the minus 40C weather and if I don't have the minus 40C weather, how can I look forward to the steamy summer? And there certainly isn't anything steamy about the summer here unless you count the mist and rain as steamy....am I STILL talking about the weather?

After that question is answered - and if the person has not backed away slowly - he/she will tend to ask what food I miss.

The only thing I really can't get here that I can get in Canada?

Kraft Dinner. KD. Crap Dinner.

Whatever you want to call it, I crave it. The comfort food factor of macaroni and processed cheese BUT not just ANY processed cheese, because I've tried that American Macaroni and cheese crap and it's just that..crap.

And so imagine my glee, when out of the blue, I get a parcel with SIX BOXES OF THE STUFF!!?!!?!?!? D was suprised my head didn't explode.
I could tell the distinctive writing anywhere (I won't NOW get into dissing my sister C's handwriting because SHE SENT ME A BOX OF GOLD!) and I beamed from ear to ear, giddy as a 16 year old on a first date.

Thoughts raced through my mind: I was having it for dinner. I was going to save it and have it for lunch. How the hell was I going to stare at 6 boxes in my cupboard and not eat them all at once?

I made the first box with such care last night. Worried that I might wreck one of the most expensive boxes of KD I'd ever had, D pointed out that if a first university student could figure out how to make it, I certainly shouldn't have that much trouble.

Dinner was divine. Lunch will be even sweeter.

C - thank you SO SO MUCH for spending 4 times the amount on shipping to get me six boxes of the golden stuff. Getting letters and presents from home is one of the best parts of living far away but getting presents that have been well thought out is even sweeter. Thank you so much. You made me so happy. Who knew all it took was good old KD?

Thank the universe for simple pleasures.

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