No, this doesn\’t mean that I can chase the young ladies. Not that they look very interested nor that I am.
Rather, being back around the \’ore mountains \’untin slags, I am cooking for myself again. And no, I\’m not one of the world\’s great cooks. Nor do I really care all that much either.
\’S\’long as there\’s a few decent meals a week them much of it can be just fuel. Most unjayrayner.
And I sorta know how to do this in various different countries. Certainly in the UK I do. I can read the ingredients, work out the cooking instructions, know how to hang around the bargain bin for when that filet mignon gets sold off cheap.
I can do it in Italian, French, Portuguese, too. Not the great meals you understand, but the fuel that ain\’t bad. Heck, a little bit of practice and I\’ll be able to do it again in Russian.
Czech is a whole different cuisine. And the language is sufficiently different to Russian that it\’s, well, different. I spent the day travelling across Europe. I\’m having comfort food tonight.
Nothing at all fancy: some form of sausage (frankfurterish) with beans, bread and onion rings. I know, I know….but what the hell, all major food groups and there might well be a vitamin in there somewhere too.
Which is where this idea that in foreign is like the past comes in. They do things differently there.
I get the idea that you take the plastic packet off the frankfurters. But who knew that in some parts of the world you are supposed to peel the actual sausage itself as well? At least I assume you are for this second attempt does taste rather better. Still not \”good food\” but rather better comfort food without the plastic casing…..