So I'm actually kind of confused about what "pudding" actually
means here. So far I've had black pudding, red pudding, Yorkshire
pudding, and just normal pudding. And they're all different things!
I've asked people but no one really seems to know... Anway, we ate
black pudding this week and did not die. Barely. It looked
nasty--kind of like a charred hamburger patty or a pile of charcoal with
little bits of something in it. (One reason it might have looked like
that because we wanted to make sure it was cooked all the way before we
ate it. Yeah. It was. Oh well, better to be safe than sorry!
Especially with black/blood pudding.) But it didn't taste that bad
actually! I think it was the thought of what it was that made it so hard
to eat haha. But we survived!
Yesterday we had dinner with Margaret Howard, Rita Green, and
Margaret's 15 year-old grand-daughter, Caitlin. Caitlin wants to be a
proffesional chef and she made dinner for us which was amazing.
We said we'd bring dessert so we brought stuff to make s'mores because
we wanted to show them a true American dessert. Well tried to anyways.
They don't have graham crackers here so we brought the closest thing we
could find, shortbread cookies. We roasted the marshmallows over
Margaret's stove. It turned out really good though! Everyone loved them
and thought it was so cool that they were eating real American s'mores.
After dinner we taught Caitlin about the Gospel of Jesus Christ and
planned to invite her to be baptized. Once again, it's crazy to see
the opposition that comes right before you do this! As we were teaching,
Margaret fell asleep on the couch but right before we asked Caitlin
what she thought of baptism, she sat straight up and said something
like, "Is that you Raymond?" (Raymond is her 40 year old son who lives
with her and who was on holiday). That happened a couple more times.
Margaret or Rita would interrupt with something random every time we
tried to keep Caitlin focused on the lesson and on baptism. Then
Caitlin would get distracted and start talking about other things.
Well, we finally asked Caitlin to be baptized and she said she would
have to think about it.
Something really cool happened this week. There's a less-active
man in the ward named Alec Hutcheson who we were able to see this week
and who has been starting to come back to church. When we told that to
the elders in the ward they said they've been trying to get in to see
him for months and months but haven't been able to. This was a miracle
that showed to me that just because someone doesn't join the Church
because of you, doesn't mean that someone else won't be able to touch
their heart in some way so that they will feel the Spirit. I know this
definitely didn't happen because of us though. The Lord knows when and
how someone will accept the Gospel and prepares them for that time.
So my nickname here is officially "the wee one." Everyone calls me
that for some reason. I guess it's because I'm the shortest one in our
companionship but it's funny because I'm still taller than most of the
people we teach. It was kind of embarassing actually but also funny
because we were in a teaching appointment and I couldn't figure out how
to sit on the couch because if I sat all the way back my feet wouldn't
be able to touch the ground and if I sat on the edge it was harder to
sit like that for a long period of time. The man we were teaching,
Craig Mury, noticed my predicament and laughed and called me "the wee
one." And it's stuck.
Couple interesting things I've found in Scotland:
--One funny thing a lot of people do here is pre-bless their food.
So we'll be at a dinner appointment and they'll say, "The food's
already been blessed so don't worry about that." It's just interesting
because I've never seen that before.
--In the summer it stays light for most of the day. And I mean
most of the day. The sun comes out at 4 a.m. and doesn't set until
about midnight. It's been really nice for teaching in the evening but
also makes it hard to get to sleep:) But this will change in the
winter and then it will be dark at 4 p.m. That will be strange.
--New phrase I learned! "It be a braw bricht moonlicht nact
ta-nacht." Can anyone guess what that means? It's harder when you hear
someone say it because they talk so fast and slur all the words
together.
--People use the word "thingmy" for anything! They use it as a
noun, verb, adjective, basically everything they can't think of the name
for. When we talk to people we just have to kind of guess what they're
referring to.
That's it for this week! Hope everyone is doing well! Cheers!
Sister Caryn Jackson
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