Today we made lots of Vietnamese rice paper rolls. The preparation was wonderful, everyone did a fantastic job and they tasted scrumptious.

Anyone who would like to write a procedural recount of our experience today and leave it in the comments I will select one or two to publish as a post which will go with the movie of how to make a Vietnamese Spring Roll.

I opened the gate and walked on the grass,

I finally found my sanctuary at last,

Miss Lily’s garden is full of fun,

I can play with Samson till the day is done.

There stands a plum tree as big as can be,

I’d like to climb it, so that I can see

the land that I came from my mum and dad,

The place that I once knew, the place that I had.

A palm tree is there that swings in the breeze,

A ghost is not there, not one that can see,

The flowers and ferns that remind me of home,

A place where Miss Lily and I can roam.

No ghosts in the garden

Not one to be seen.

Just Miss Lily and

her floppy hat all

pretty and clean.

Lots of trees

with plums to

make some jam

to cheer Nam Huong up

as much as she can.

Flowers and ferns

all tangled up

Nam Huong is learning lessons

as she grows up.