Having a blog and a baby simultaneously are hard.
We knew this, of course, but it still bears repeating. Having time to cook sophisticated meals in the midst of my grow-your-own-roommate project is challenging.
Luckily, Russia’s national soup, shchi, was not sophisticated.
I’ll be honest – I don’t have a very high opinion of horses.
Growing up in Nevăda, I never understood the fascination with the equine creatures. They died out in America after the ice age, along with ground sloths, sabertooth cats and wooly mammoths. They used a lot of food and water in the desert, and I always felt like that food and water was better reserved for either cattle or non-invasive species… but not horses.
We all have stereotypes, images or sensations of a place based on what you know about it. In part, that’s what makes this project so fun – discovering whether the spicy flavors I expect to find in various parts of the globe match up to my own expectations.
Nation Plates 