Thursday, May 15, 2008

Random Thoughts

Today we painted more fence for three hours. Tanya wore an old shirt of mine with the front open. When she paints, she spatters on herself to the point I hope she got some on the fence. Needless to say, it took a bit of work and paint thinner before she was able to make a clean breast of it.

The Russian word for pipe is truba (like tuba) which makes me wonder if the official hymn of the Plumbers and Pipefitters Union would be “Nobody knows the truba I’ve seen”.

Russian sausage is called Kolbasa (Ukrainian Kovbasa). What they refer to as sausage is actually wieners or bologna in English. Kolbasa is coarsely ground with visible chunks of fat throughout. I noticed one end of a particular brand was mostly fat and enquired as to why. I was told the company was in some difficulty and couldn’t make both ends meat.

Which reminds me that the main meat eaten here is chicken, followed by pork. Unless you know from whom you are buying beef, it is likely to be from retired dairy cow as from a younger animal. You rarely see mutton though it is cheap and never see venison as it is dear.

3 comments:

  1. Booooooooo! That was so lame, Dad. I miss you.

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  2. Bronwyn stole my exact comment. I miss you, Daddy-o. You are lame, and punny and I love it.

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  3. Did you and my dad ever have pun championship?

    Just checkin.

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