foodlove.

meet our mayonnaise bin.

You never think it could happen to you. And then it does: THE LOVE OF MAYONNAISE.
After scooping countless spoonful of salads with mayonnaise into my mouth after being here, today I realized one thing: Mayonnaise Makes Food Taste Better.
Does it clog my arteries? Probably.
Will I gain pounds? Count on it.
Does is perfect a mixture of eggs, ham, and veggies? Positive.

Russian foodlove: 1 Kylie: 0

At least that is what I think.

ah!

Until breakfast happens. Or until anything happens. And I have to have my ginger-hibiscus-apple tea.

Seriously, it is divine. And it warms you up. And provides for hours of table conversation.

Russian foodlove: 2 Kylie: 0

Yet, still there are foods that Kylie can defeat. Right?
This is correct.
Unless I am really craving cabbage. Sautéed with apples.
Then, yet again, Russian foodlove comes off victor.
Where does that put me? 

Down three.

I am just about to give up. But, then. Placed in front of me is:
HERRING.
Russian Foodlove. Down. Kylie is on the rise. 3:1.

Although not inherently Russian. I have been defeated, once again.
Sushi. Its mod. Its hip. ["Sushi: its cool"-Natasha.]
I’m not a sushi lover.

Or at least I wasn’t. Russian foodlove: 4 Kylie:1

As of right now there has only been other battle. Hot water.
I love drinking hot water. I don’t know why, but I have
interestingly developed a love for drinking hot water.

So. I have come to a conclusion:
I have to buy a real life tea set.
I am actually really excited. I want to buy one
that sits on the stove top. And when it is all steamed up,
I wanna hear it shout: TIP ME OVER AND POUR ME OUT!

Tomorrow: we have an excursion.
Chad pointed out that it is weird that I call it excursion. It sounds like I’m trying to make a field trip more glorious.
If it makes you feel better: field trip in Russia is “excursia.”

But, our field trips are glorious enough to be called excursions. For real.

Later brata and sistruha.

K. Billy

Or as Maggie likes to introduce me: Yekaterina [Katya]  Villiyevgevna.
Okay now I have to tell you that story:
*this is a constant occurance:
“Hello, my name is Kylie.”
“Nice to meet you, Katya.”
“Kylie.”
“Katya?”
“Kylie.”
“Katya, da?”
“Da.”

Then half way through the conversation, they ask me what my ochestva is. [ochestva is kind of like a middle name. but it is their father’s name, with a special ending on it, depending on gender.]
 

So, Maggie made me an ochestva. And she thinks it is really funny to introduce me as Yekaterina Villiyevgevna.