Oh. My. God. Put the Tim Tams down woman. Is that what you were thinking when you read the title of this post? It’s sure as hell what I would have been thinking.
But relax everyone. While it’s true that tonight when I did my food shopping, I picked up not one but two packets of Tim Tams, I am very pleased to say they were not for me. Neither packet. No, they were for a wonderful lady in America that I have to send a mini-quilt to as part of a swap (which I am so very far behind in now, so much so, that the quilt is now late.. I apologise) and I like to try and include something so very Australian in the parcels that I send overseas and you can’t get much more Australian than Tim Tams, and Vegemite. So when we did our food shopping tonight I picked up a packet of the original Tim Tams, a packet of white choc Tim Tams and a tube of Vegemite.
Can I just say how weird it felt picking up those Tim Tams. Even though I knew that I wasn’t going to be eating them myself (and I wasn’t even tempted to buy an extra packet for me – yay me!), and that they would be going straight into a padded envelope and sent away, it still felt a little (actually a lot) wrong. Which made me happy. Happy because I’m feeling that way again, not dreading the whole eating healthy and exercise regime thing, which I’ve kinda been feeling lately. Happy because I felt bad that I bought food that a few months ago I wouldn’t have thought twice about buying multiple packets of and scoffing down.
Yeah baby I’m back on track again!