frieded the vegetables in oil (olive)
this is definately one of those times where I HAVE to tell the story - just because it is so me!
So, I end up waiting around for half of the day for this french guy to come back to the hostel as we made plans to go to the archeological museum together (he was unsure of his way there and I just wanted the company) He finally shows up and we go out into the bright, sunny day and walk the 10 minutes or so to the museum. It was expensive for what it was, but still cheap in terms of general price (10 ley... i think is around 6 dollars CDN)
We wander around there and I realize that there is much more jewelry here than I am used to, which is kind of nice because i have taken a recent shining to looking at old jewelry (courtesy, I believe, of chainsofchaos) I also saw some awesome period belts that I ached to take pictures of, but pictures were not allowed and I could not sneak any as I was being checked out by the security gaurd. Either i looked very suspicious or my pigtails were too much for him! *giggles*
Anyways, I end up in one part of the museum where they are taking pictures of the display pieces and I realize that the reason why pictures are not allowed is probably because the pieces in the museum have yet to be published - so I end up chatting with this lady who ends up being the Head of Archives and she lets me know that they will be published sometime next year. In the meantime, she gave me her name and said that I was free to look things up or phone her if I had any questions. Very cool!
Hunger quickly overwhelmed me- so french guy (I feel terrible that I cannot remember his name, but it happens) and I searched out food. He ended up leading me to this restaurant that he discovered last night but was unable to eat at due to the kitchen being closed. We were the only people in there and ended up having GREAT service (similar to that of the great restaurant in Rodos) and amazing food! I asked the waiter if he would be able to write down some CD names of the traditional music we were listening to, which he happily did... and I asked him, "I know that usually it is a secret, but would you please ask your chef if he would be willing to write down the recipe for the Monk's Giuvetch that I just ate... it was fabulous and I would hate to never have it again"
I know that chefs are usually unwilling to part with their recipes... but the waiter comes back ten minutes later with a full recipe (in broken and very amusing English - hence the title of this entry) and an offer from the chef to take my email and write other recipes for me of traditional Bulgarian food!
Dude, it is good to be me!
I have no idea if he will actually email me, but if he does it will be awesome! I am very excited as i have also taken to collecting recipes and am more than willing to have any and all traditional recipes that I can come across. So, I am full of good food, amused and very cheerful. I had a good and relatively lazy afternoon (with french guy telling me multiple times to slow down as I was walking too fast... heh, I am slow compared to my Dad!) and now I will sit back, write some more and read some of my book by Ted, the Polish Australian that i met in Istanbul!
Ciao amigos!
So, I end up waiting around for half of the day for this french guy to come back to the hostel as we made plans to go to the archeological museum together (he was unsure of his way there and I just wanted the company) He finally shows up and we go out into the bright, sunny day and walk the 10 minutes or so to the museum. It was expensive for what it was, but still cheap in terms of general price (10 ley... i think is around 6 dollars CDN)
We wander around there and I realize that there is much more jewelry here than I am used to, which is kind of nice because i have taken a recent shining to looking at old jewelry (courtesy, I believe, of chainsofchaos) I also saw some awesome period belts that I ached to take pictures of, but pictures were not allowed and I could not sneak any as I was being checked out by the security gaurd. Either i looked very suspicious or my pigtails were too much for him! *giggles*
Anyways, I end up in one part of the museum where they are taking pictures of the display pieces and I realize that the reason why pictures are not allowed is probably because the pieces in the museum have yet to be published - so I end up chatting with this lady who ends up being the Head of Archives and she lets me know that they will be published sometime next year. In the meantime, she gave me her name and said that I was free to look things up or phone her if I had any questions. Very cool!
Hunger quickly overwhelmed me- so french guy (I feel terrible that I cannot remember his name, but it happens) and I searched out food. He ended up leading me to this restaurant that he discovered last night but was unable to eat at due to the kitchen being closed. We were the only people in there and ended up having GREAT service (similar to that of the great restaurant in Rodos) and amazing food! I asked the waiter if he would be able to write down some CD names of the traditional music we were listening to, which he happily did... and I asked him, "I know that usually it is a secret, but would you please ask your chef if he would be willing to write down the recipe for the Monk's Giuvetch that I just ate... it was fabulous and I would hate to never have it again"
I know that chefs are usually unwilling to part with their recipes... but the waiter comes back ten minutes later with a full recipe (in broken and very amusing English - hence the title of this entry) and an offer from the chef to take my email and write other recipes for me of traditional Bulgarian food!
Dude, it is good to be me!
I have no idea if he will actually email me, but if he does it will be awesome! I am very excited as i have also taken to collecting recipes and am more than willing to have any and all traditional recipes that I can come across. So, I am full of good food, amused and very cheerful. I had a good and relatively lazy afternoon (with french guy telling me multiple times to slow down as I was walking too fast... heh, I am slow compared to my Dad!) and now I will sit back, write some more and read some of my book by Ted, the Polish Australian that i met in Istanbul!
Ciao amigos!