Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Katchup.

Peanut Butter or Nutella?

I have recently discovered the wonder of Nutella. I found that the general population has been split in two. Peanut Butter or Nutella. Nutella or Peanut Butter. What I'm wondering is, why must the world compare the two? Yes, they are both made of nuts and generally spread on slices of bread (hunks, in my case) but they are completly two different substances and most important of all, they taste nothing alike. So why must I choose? Both are delicious and creamy (or crunchy, if you choose).
Now, because of my wonderful father and by the grace of customs, both nutella and a jar of Jiffy Peanut Butter are living harmoniously inside my cupborard... except sadly, I have been banned to indulge either for the next 7 to 10 days.

Speaking condiments, Katchup, another favorite that I am not allowed to consume in my current state. You see, Ukrainian doctors are mean. They rob you of your internal organs and then tell you that you cannot eat anything that might make and American, as myself, remotely comfortable. Hmph.Oh well. I guess its time to choke down some buckwheat start the next chapter. 

You would think that the word "ouch" would be the one word that everyone, everywhere would understand... the one sure thing that one could verbalize and the vast seas of The Great Language Barrier would be suddenly bridged... Well, sometimes "ouch" does not work. Here is what I learned:

INCASE OF "OUCH" FAILURE: Grunt, urhghh, ermmm, and ahhhh until someone gets the hint that you are in pain. Scream if necessary, run if possible.

I found this out the hard way this past week, so if you happen to find yourself in a Ukriainian hospital, it would be best to take my advice. But goodnews, they have wifi!

I was planning on posting about my recent trip to Lviv but this stupid thing called an apandectomy got in the way of my blogging time. Lviv was fantastic. One of the best weekends of my life I think.... but it was followed by the scariest Tuesday of my life. Long story short, it looks like a shark bit into my side..ok, not really.. but I am perfectly fine and headed back to evil doctor man today to take out my stitches. I hope my insides do not fall out. If they did, I am sure that they would end up on the menu of our favorite restaurant in Lviv- The Golden Boar. How would you like a slice of Britney served with "one  hunk" of bread? I would.