Last Monday, I returned from a longish trip
through central Europe. I say "central" because I mistakenly referred
to the Czech Republic as eastern Europe. I was promptly corrected by
my cousin, who is spending her semester abroad in Prague and has
clearly been brainwashed by the culture police. In the name of
sensitive tourism, I relented. On the food front: Above is a photo of smazheny seer (fried cheese
in a white bun with mayonnaise, like a cheese po' boy), which was
recommended to me by my New York Press editor, an ex-Prague
ex-pat who advised (now I know why) that I get drunk before eating it.
Clearly I wasn't drunk enough, because the "smazheny" more closely
resemebled deep fried chewing gum than a mozzarella patty. In the name
of culture, I ate most of it anyway.
Apr 1
Sep 16, 2009 at 9:00 AM Hi guys. Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
I am from Tajikistan and , too, and now am writing in English, give please true I wrote the following sentence: "Brothers killings, songs and others relatively take to charts by a regular target of subordinates, army gant chart."
8) Thanks in advance. Orleans.