I have made some KICKASS LAMB, you guys. Check this shit out:

( A recipe I totes just made up as I went along, that went almost perfectly. )

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Instead of finishing my grading, I have been 1) writing fic, and 2) making an ASSLOAD OF MANTI. NO JOKE.

What's a manti? This, basically. When speaking of them in Russian, manti is taken as the plural, manta singular; in Kazakh, however, manti is singular and the plural is mantiler.

Anyway!

( 33% more manti than anticipated! )

This? Is my DAY OFF. ::EXHALES ( Read more... )

( No actual PCVs were hit by a bus during the making of this entry. )

Ah, Russian Club dinner today was an adventure. I came the most prepared, having cut and measured everything in advance and brought most of my own implements; this turned out well, since my dish (paprikas csirke--shh, I know it's Hungarian) took a while to cook, and I was still done early enough to help with the blini. And oh, what blini they were ( Read more... )

1. This disgusts me. Whether or not Foley is really an alcoholic, or was really abused by a clergyman, the way these facts are being trotted is nothing more than ass-covering and excuse-making. You do not say, "I take full responsibility, but..." There is no but. Either you take responsibility or you don't, and you certainly don't air your personal ( Read more... )