My first Thanksgiving in the UK, I was going to DIE if I couldn't have green bean casserole. After looking high and low, I found french fried onion rings on the salad bar at Morrison's. MIL took it as a personal search for the holy grail after that, to find me some. Once she located them, she would buy them off and on throughout the year. Now that hubby and I have moved back to the US (just over a year) she still brings them to me, although I have explained just how easy it is to find them here. She came for a visit just a couple weeks after hubby was back last year (I came 6 weeks ahead of him) and brought some. This year, when she visited she handed me a bag of them with this glow of happiness about her. All I could do was thank her, and not burst her bubble.
