...is the pre-Lenten celebration that apparently lasts a full week (those party animals...our stamina is only a day *wink*)
Anyways, this weekend we partook in some of the celebration, by consuming Russian pancakes filled with sour cream and caviar. I confirmed that my little girl is an eccentric, at the ripe old age of 4: she wouldn't have any of the pancakes, but took many helpings of caviar. For me, the pancakes were the only way to consume those popping, salty sacs....it was much safer when they were hidden by pancake.
On a completely different note, my lady has learned how to fix my (running) toilet. :D
The sum of this past weekend was consumed with a trip west to upstate NY.
I had the extreme fortune early on in the trip of rendezvousing at a lovely little Thai restaurant with a friend that I rarely see. SO rarely, that I was even more horrified and embarrassed than usual when Noel:
a.) farted during dinner b.) discussed kissing the friend c.) declared, "Just let me LOOK at it!" referring to a freckle on my arm that she has a fascination with.
Hopefully, most of these things went under the radar. ;)
Later on, in that same leg of the journey, I found myself saying to a nice older lady, "Well, it's OK, I can just call my parents to help me out." What am I? Age 15?
One lovely discovery made while home, must be credited to my Mom. Thanks to her "browse this magazine" suggestion I was able to find this very sacrilegious food item. Take note: ingesting the lamb of god is calorie-free!
And then the picture here was taken during the return trip. I used to watch that show religiously (well, at least as regular as I can be about TV programming).