Latvia: Grey peas and sour milk 🇱🇻



Boring. Cloudy. Winter. Bland. Wishy-washy. Old.

If you tell me you didn’t think of any of that when I mentioned “grey,” you’re joking yourself.

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Romania: Sarmale with mamaliga 🇷🇴


There’s something about the brassica family that generally doesn’t agree with me.

Fry up the onions and fennel, then add rice.

Fry up the onions and fennel, then add rice.

Maybe it’s the sulfury notes of broccoli or Brussels sprouts. Or perhaps it’s the bitter flavor of underprepared kale that burns me. Maybe it’s just the general consistency of the brassicas that sends me running and screaming.

Whatever you call it, don’t call me late to eat brassicas – because there is no late on “never.”
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