tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post8655954460405807751..comments2023-06-12T16:10:50.655+02:00Comments on The Beet Goes On: Čizi Piži ReduxThe Expatressehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00127602680470789727noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-32573681577548418762010-02-11T20:56:12.313+02:002010-02-11T20:56:12.313+02:00Um, when did I say that the concept was new to me?...Um, when did I say that the concept was new to me? The Slovaks do it, too. So do the French. I even experienced the American concept of "lunch specials" when I worked "outside the home" managing a $2 million advertising budget (B.C. or Before Children). I only just recently started meeting The Spouse for lunch in Moscow. In SK we did it every day.<br /><br />Sheesh.The Expatressehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00127602680470789727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-77879227399512720952010-02-10T17:12:18.151+02:002010-02-10T17:12:18.151+02:00You have been in Moscow - what? 2 years? And have ...You have been in Moscow - what? 2 years? And have only discovered biz lunches now?<br /><br />What kind of bubble do you live in?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-57012737830114505212010-02-02T17:02:07.339+02:002010-02-02T17:02:07.339+02:00Foreign toilets: Hmmmmm....
While camping in Swi...Foreign toilets: Hmmmmm....<br /><br />While camping in Switzerland, I came across the strangest toilet I'd ever seen. It was a porclein square set into the floor and you had to stand straddling it. <br /><br />Another experience was taking a shower in a campground high in the Swiss or Austrian Alps. You had to purchase tokens for the hot water but they did not tell us how short the time was that you actually got hot water. Nothing beats being in the middle of washing your long hair and the hot water stops. I can still remember that ice cold alpine water on my head and having to shower with it. For the next shower, I was prepared with lots of hot water tokens.Tina in CThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01389744278715174313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-29185787908712124162010-02-02T15:53:24.812+02:002010-02-02T15:53:24.812+02:00HAGGIS! HAGGISHAGGISHAGGIS!!!
Sorry.
My next tri...HAGGIS! HAGGISHAGGISHAGGIS!!!<br /><br />Sorry.<br /><br />My next trick will be to post pics of all the rancid toilets I have been privy to in my travels.<br /><br />Privy!<br /><br />HAH!TRexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02018204726663523430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-73315840834972061802010-02-01T22:35:18.658+02:002010-02-01T22:35:18.658+02:00The year after I graduated from college, I was off...The year after I graduated from college, I was off to Europe on my own. I did visit and stay with cousins outside of Amsterdam and a college friend in Paris. When I was off on my own in other countries, I really never got anything weird (lucky I guess) as with my spattering of French and no German, I was not trilingual.<br /><br />The next time I went, I was with my new husband who spoke some German and we never had a problem in Italy, Germany or Austria.<br /><br />Of course when I'm in Moscow, I have my daughter who speaks fluent Russian.Tina in CThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01389744278715174313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-24513930482985990232010-02-01T22:32:21.801+02:002010-02-01T22:32:21.801+02:00EUWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! I'd stick to blini or ask...EUWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! I'd stick to blini or ask for an English menu. I'm not that adventuresome.Tina in CThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01389744278715174313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-14361463892303882802010-02-01T20:25:25.968+02:002010-02-01T20:25:25.968+02:00So glad there is a blast off date for the movers!
...So glad there is a blast off date for the movers!<br />So now the Festival of Sorting, Tossing and Packing begins! In earnest!! <br /><br />As for culinary escapades...<br />My lovely ex-husband, Samir would have been in heaven over your lunch... chicken livers were his favorite but not for me... I never would cook them so he had to make them for himself...Yeach! (My culinary failure in this regard was not the cause of our divorce however.)<br /><br />My dad didn't like liver so I never had to eat it growing up nor sweet breads and tripe or kidneys or tongue or heart, all of those horrible things... When I was going to college one summer in Florence, on the way to school each morning I would pass the tripe wagon of raw tripe for sale for that famous beloved dish Tripa Fiorentina". This was an open cart with a small awning over it to keep the tripe from stewing in the hot Italian sun.<br /><br />I would ALWAYS cross the street to get away from the foul smell and the sight which as with a car wreck one was compelled to look at....<br /><br />But then considering the food one eats for love... I actually ate a beef heart and okra stew prepared my my Palestinian sweetheart although I hate okra and well beef heart, that is self explanatory.<br /><br />And once I actually tasted the black beans and pigs feet that my then Chilean sweetheart told me he had prepared and it turned out had really been prepared by my neighbor so in fact I had no amatory obligation to even take that one horrid bite... Needless to say, that relationship didn't last long...<br /><br />Yes food can be a venture into the twilight zone. <br />I used to have a colleague when I was back in Florence in grad school who prided himself on eating random things from the menu without knowing enough Italian to translate them... One night at dinner he got frogs' legs! But he ate them... and you know the rest... They tasted like chicken... xovvalentinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07594647719641535734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-77438300082093635642010-02-01T20:23:41.529+02:002010-02-01T20:23:41.529+02:00This comment has been removed by the author.valentinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07594647719641535734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-73664122396491094812010-02-01T19:05:01.165+02:002010-02-01T19:05:01.165+02:00Booked the movers today (CROWN . . . they are maki...Booked the movers today (CROWN . . . they are making me very happy). AND it looks like the plane tickets are arranged ON AIR FRANCE! Hurray!The Expatressehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00127602680470789727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105130528225923495.post-86405504493813381442010-02-01T19:00:22.293+02:002010-02-01T19:00:22.293+02:00Happened to me my first dinner out in Moscow. Nic...Happened to me my first dinner out in Moscow. Nice tough and chewy gizzards. Yum. Yum. <br /><br />Enjoy it while you can. I bet menus won't be this adventurous in LUX.<br /><br />Now get back to packing. :)Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11295023610273374329noreply@blogger.com