Saturday, August 31, 2013

Ag ith císte de mhionta le Kendal

Nuair bhí mé deich mbliana d'aois, chuir mo mháthair baistí orm leabhar chomh brontannas ar mo lá bréithe. Is cuimhne liom é fós. Scríobh sé faoi dreapadh suas Sliabh Everest le Edmund Hillary agus Tenzing Norgay i 1953.

D'fhoghlaim mé an focal "laconic" le Hillary faoi a rath.  Léigh mé fíoris faoi milis i n-phacáiste den dha dreapadoirí freisin. Thúg siad rudaí lomharaí leo.

Rinne císte de mhionta le Kendal siúcra, glúcós, uisce, ola lus a phiobair amháin. Fhílleadh Léna air ais go dtí abhaile go Londain leis é le Romney. Shíl mé faoi an leabhar sin agus scéal go laithreach.

Tá blás géar agus glan é ann. Is cosúil le "York Peppermint Patties" ach gan seacláid. Is maith leo le dreapadoirí mar sin a bhfuil siad lán le fuinneomh ann.

Is cosúil an t-oighear soléir féin. Tá sí ar cheann níos mo ar bunaidh agus ceann siúcra donn. Measaim ní bheidh ar beith ann le fada. 

Eating a Kendal Mint Bar.

When I was ten years old, my godmother gave me a book as a present on my birthday. I remember it still. It was written about the climb up Mount Everest by Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay in 1953.

I learned about the word "laconic" from Hillary about his success. I read a fact about a sweet in the two climbers' pack. They carried a precious thing with them.

Kendal Mint Cake is made of sugar, glucose, water, and peppermint oil only. Layne returned home from London with it by Romney. I thought of that book and story immediately.

It's a sharp and clean taste. It's like "York Peppermint Patties" but without chocolate. Climbers like them because they're full of energy.

It resembles the clear ice itself. She has one more original and a brown sugar one left. I reckon they will not be there for long.

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