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russian pancakes week is finally over for me. here in the us, yeah-yeah!
i was making pancakes non-stop! seriously!
i've never been doing so many pancakes back in russia!
i mentioned it this wednesday to leroy that it's a pancakes week in russia when everybody's making russian traditional pancakes and he asked me to make some for him.
so we went straightway to giant - a huge grocery store - to buy flour.
and back to my place to make pancakes. we had no blender or shaker so i have to give a credit to leroy who had the good grace to mix the dough by hand and a fork.
i made the pancakes and a filling with ham and cheese and orange jam.
he loved it!
and the next day jarr came over and loved it even more!
'i set you up with a guy and now you're making him more delicious food than you did for me? you're a cheater!', jarr exclaimed.
so when it emerged that you can eat pancakes with caviar, salmon, mushrooms, ham&cheese, broccoli hollandaise, nutella and all kinds of sauses, creams, jams and honey my destiny was predetermined.
luckily jarr had a cocktail shaker which we used for the dough so it all got easier.
jared invited more and more people to our so called russian pancakes week party - at my place of course - each of them had to bring some of fillings as a must and i was making and throwing pancakes. i'm a pro now!
we had all kinds of pancakes! with all the possible and impossible fillings! we baked them in the oven, draw pictures on them, we ate them with ice-creams and hot chocolate drinks and so on and so forth.
and you know? i'm still not sick of them! it's an amazing food, really! and i'm so good at it, haha!
sometimes leroy would join us, grin his special crooked smile at me and ask, 'a mixer needed?'.
and i'd reply, 'no, jarr already got me one'.
the smile would die on his full lips and i'd add, 'it's electric. and you can be my co-pilot'.
'are we flying somewhere?', he'd ask then.
'nope, but these guys are', i'd say and throw a pancake in the air.
he'd smile and say, 'me, a co-pilot, huh? well, i don't wanna burst your bubble here, melly, but the first flight will set it in its place'.
'meaning?', i'd smile back.
'meaning we'll see who the captain is', he'd say.
friday night jarr tried to make it mexican, so while i was making pancakes he was working on hot chili and pepper tomato paste with cheddar cheese standing next to me.
and obviously we were laughing and elbowing each other staylessly.
leroy was watching us and then offered me to get some fresh air so we went out to have a smoke. that is to say i went out to have a smoke and he joined me.
leroy looked at me and asked while we were standing at jarr's balcony , 'you wanna know what i'm thinking about?'.
'do i have a choice?', i asked him.
'nope', he smiled and went on, 'i'm wondering. you and jared...'.
'yes?', i encouraged him to go on with a grin.
'during our first date you were talking about you meaning him and yourself and it came so naturally. and now that i saw you being so close - i was envious, really. are you seeing each other?'.
'oh, yeah! over past few months daily!', i said but then took mercy on him and corrected myself, 'as friends, very good friends. he's my big bro, sort of'.
'oh', he only heaved a sigh of relief.
'would it be a problem? would you leave and rue the day we met if i said we were a thing?', i asked then.
'here you go again - we', he pointed out but replied seriously, 'no. but i'd rather know what i'm facing'.
'you're facing me', i smiled.
'with the greatest delight, mellow', leroy said.
'mellow?', i asked.
'yeah, mel - melly - mellow. i think it fits you perfectly well, you're mellow. you don't mind me saying so, do you?', he asked anxiously.
'no, not at all. i actually love private nicknames and variations, that's very up close and personal', i replied.
'yeah, that's what i think', he smiled.
i was done smoking so he asked, 'let's get inside, shall we? or jared would be worried about you', he added sarcastically.
'yeah, and get you out of here and me grounded', i said.
today no pancakes. i'm having a date.
happy st valentine's!
i was making pancakes non-stop! seriously!
i've never been doing so many pancakes back in russia!
i mentioned it this wednesday to leroy that it's a pancakes week in russia when everybody's making russian traditional pancakes and he asked me to make some for him.
so we went straightway to giant - a huge grocery store - to buy flour.
and back to my place to make pancakes. we had no blender or shaker so i have to give a credit to leroy who had the good grace to mix the dough by hand and a fork.
i made the pancakes and a filling with ham and cheese and orange jam.
he loved it!
and the next day jarr came over and loved it even more!
'i set you up with a guy and now you're making him more delicious food than you did for me? you're a cheater!', jarr exclaimed.
so when it emerged that you can eat pancakes with caviar, salmon, mushrooms, ham&cheese, broccoli hollandaise, nutella and all kinds of sauses, creams, jams and honey my destiny was predetermined.
luckily jarr had a cocktail shaker which we used for the dough so it all got easier.
jared invited more and more people to our so called russian pancakes week party - at my place of course - each of them had to bring some of fillings as a must and i was making and throwing pancakes. i'm a pro now!
we had all kinds of pancakes! with all the possible and impossible fillings! we baked them in the oven, draw pictures on them, we ate them with ice-creams and hot chocolate drinks and so on and so forth.
and you know? i'm still not sick of them! it's an amazing food, really! and i'm so good at it, haha!
sometimes leroy would join us, grin his special crooked smile at me and ask, 'a mixer needed?'.
and i'd reply, 'no, jarr already got me one'.
the smile would die on his full lips and i'd add, 'it's electric. and you can be my co-pilot'.
'are we flying somewhere?', he'd ask then.
'nope, but these guys are', i'd say and throw a pancake in the air.
he'd smile and say, 'me, a co-pilot, huh? well, i don't wanna burst your bubble here, melly, but the first flight will set it in its place'.
'meaning?', i'd smile back.
'meaning we'll see who the captain is', he'd say.
friday night jarr tried to make it mexican, so while i was making pancakes he was working on hot chili and pepper tomato paste with cheddar cheese standing next to me.
and obviously we were laughing and elbowing each other staylessly.
leroy was watching us and then offered me to get some fresh air so we went out to have a smoke. that is to say i went out to have a smoke and he joined me.
leroy looked at me and asked while we were standing at jarr's balcony , 'you wanna know what i'm thinking about?'.
'do i have a choice?', i asked him.
'nope', he smiled and went on, 'i'm wondering. you and jared...'.
'yes?', i encouraged him to go on with a grin.
'during our first date you were talking about you meaning him and yourself and it came so naturally. and now that i saw you being so close - i was envious, really. are you seeing each other?'.
'oh, yeah! over past few months daily!', i said but then took mercy on him and corrected myself, 'as friends, very good friends. he's my big bro, sort of'.
'oh', he only heaved a sigh of relief.
'would it be a problem? would you leave and rue the day we met if i said we were a thing?', i asked then.
'here you go again - we', he pointed out but replied seriously, 'no. but i'd rather know what i'm facing'.
'you're facing me', i smiled.
'with the greatest delight, mellow', leroy said.
'mellow?', i asked.
'yeah, mel - melly - mellow. i think it fits you perfectly well, you're mellow. you don't mind me saying so, do you?', he asked anxiously.
'no, not at all. i actually love private nicknames and variations, that's very up close and personal', i replied.
'yeah, that's what i think', he smiled.
i was done smoking so he asked, 'let's get inside, shall we? or jared would be worried about you', he added sarcastically.
'yeah, and get you out of here and me grounded', i said.
today no pancakes. i'm having a date.
happy st valentine's!