The Best Motto

Gd, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannon change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.

You woke up this morning - Congratulations! You got another chance!
Showing posts with label #IceCream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #IceCream. Show all posts

Thursday, July 02, 2020

FOOD NOSTALGIA

It’s a well known fact among our circle of expats from the former USSR that their allegiance to the food from step-mama country is always met with derision on my side.

One of the latest stories: Plombir. Granted, while living in Moscow, I enjoyed the said delicacy many times; but that was in Moscow! Since moving away from that paradise on Earth, I sampled a variety of ice creams, many of them either equal or superior. But the abundant availability of frozen treats never stopped almost every Russian-speaking American I know from their Plombir worship.

At one Shavuot celebration, that coveted dessert was served at the meal hosted by a good friend of mine. The anticipated, but still nausea-inducing monologue from one of the grandparents’ generation ensued: “Oh, look, kids, prombir! Wow! That’s real ice cream for you, not the American junk! Real, delicious ice cream! Not American!”, etc, along the same lines, while serving the blessed frozen delicacy.

Since by the time of that meal a long while passed since I sampled that avowed ice cream, I was at least curious - is it really that good, or I am right in persisting that American offerings are at least on the par? After getting my plate, I impersonated a gourmet taster to the best of the knowledge gained through watching countless cooking shows. You want to know what I concluded? There is a vanilla flavored Target brand ice cream that you can get for two ninety nine for a Quart and a half at your local Target that tastes exactly the same! Real, delicious ice cream, my aching coccyx!

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

MORNING UPDATE, February 4, 2013

Good Morning, peeps! Happy Monday! The weather is sunny and cold - well, at least it's sunny. I spent 8 hours in Amsterdam without going anywhere close to Mary Jane - hell, am an embarrassment to geeks everywhere! Also, in completely un-American fashion, totally ignored Super Bowl and Super Bowl attachments yesterday - and it looks like missed some excitement in the bargain. Although, no one lost their clothes, so, nothing to report. In completely unrelated news, Dumbledore's official title is now Menahel. 

And now, for the Earth-shuttering events: Kate's baby bump was officially witnessed by paparazzi! (which event is currently trending at #1). She was - what else - shopping for the maternity clothes; well, good luck, lady - both with the shopping and the paparazzi. Conspiracy theorists claim that Beyoncé flashed an Illuminati sign during her performance - I don't think that woman has education enough to know about Illuminati (of course, there is always the distinguished works of that cheep scribe, Dan Brown, so, the debate stands). According to the Epicurious, Whole Food's vanilla is the best ice cream - no comment, as never tasted; however, I strongly disagree with their second runner-up - Breyer's - no taste at all! Haagen Dazs rules! Super Bowl swearing is trending at #8 - because Raven's QB apparently expressed himself in non-printable terms; spare me - did you ever take a bus full of "inner city" kids dismissed from school? Raven's Quarter Back got nothing on them! New advice from Match.com: 10 reasons to dump a guy; number 2 - if he is mama's boy; lady, you obviously are not familiar with the Jewish dating scene - 98.9% of them are mama's boys! If we dump them or don't date them, who is left? And where in the world is Bieber?!!! Although I recently learned (quite by accident) that he was performing at the 2012 Victoria's Secret annual fashion show - hum, go, Bieber? 

Coffee this morning in my Coffee Bean/Tea Leaf mug.