Well borsch may be cooked in different ways. My parents have to avoid broths of any kind, so they cook it on water. And no beets for them too!:)
Jet and what is "celantro" never heard about it....
I have to admit - the name of the soup sounded much to me like the herb ("cilantro") which is possibly why I seem to recall what is evidently an incorrect name for the soup. My lady told me that it was specifically Ukrainian (as opposed to Russian) - we had it at a traditional ethnic Ukrainian restaurant in Odessa the first time and many other places after that,
It was brown - and again had a dollop of sour cream mixed in.
I will be calling my fiance tomorrow - on Christmas. I will ask her about it and its name andreport back to you.
I do recall that we had many variations though of hte same basic soup.
Single American men who are willing and able to cook and present a few gourmet dishes in their own kitchen get laid more often and without falling into the usual female demand traps of some form of 'tribute' before they put out.
When an american woman tells you she does not know you well enough to be intimate (sexual) with you, she is simply telling you that she doesn't think you have spent enough money to catch her attention. After you find out what types of food she favors you can close the deal by saying:
"...I don't know about you, but the idea of a well prepared and served meal with good wine, classy decor, the right music and private table is a definite turn on for me...."
If she bites simply say: "..This is my address, be there next Thursday no later than 6:30. I'll serve dinner at 7:00"
Oleg,
Not exactly, lol...
With few exceptions, any american woman who has accepted my invitation for dinner at my house, invariably ends up being dessert...;)
Those who do not, get automatically dumped into the "do not call again" list.
Aaahh, Blair, not Liar, sorry, I just glossed over a near-minor detail I suppose ;-)
Toad must have had his fly open when disembarking, he said he miss-laid his bait then. Mind you, I presume having your bait taken goes down well with open fly fishermen, just add an erotic, sorry exotic, location.
Hmm - do you think a fly-fishing Toad will watch out for Storks?
Glad,
Exactly, mate...;)
And in case she is one of those "I know it all" women, the best way to deflate a western woman's hyperinflated ego is to let her bring the wine to dinner...(unless you're going together to someone else's home - that is simply embarrasing)
Western women are the cheapest creatures on earth, so don't expect her to spend more that $10 on a bottle of cheap wine.
toad:
I made that mistake.........told a date some years ago that she could bring the wine as I was doing the cooking and she turned up with a bottle of Thunderbird!!......quite possibly the nastiest wine ever made,superb as brush cleaner,or etching your name in stone with.
Lesson learned mate.....never again....:))
on reflection that is probably what she had planned for anyway!!!!!
OK about chicken...have a very nice recipe...but have to admit that my parents were a little bit afraid of it, so when I cooked it for them, they didn't even believe it was so tasty:)
It is called Greek chicken.
OK here it goes:
Marinade: 4 eggs, 1 tea spoon of red peper, 1 tea spoon of salt, several cloves (it is up to your taste):)))
Cut the chicken into portions and put it into the marinade, then put it into the fridge, and leave it there for the time from 5 hours until 5 days (the longer the chicken is marinaded, more tasty it becomes), then fry it on some oil...so the chicken is ready:))
that sounds very similar as the chicken I've learnt to grill from an Egyptian. Just add a generous amount of Coriander when grilling on a spit, and keep it wet with oil.
Only, in contradiction to Glad, I prefer some Thunderbird alongside when eating it ;-))
Glad,
Anytime a woman brings you a "screw cap" bottle of wine is sending you subliminal sexual messages. But not the sort you to give you woodies.
It basically means "go f... yourself" or something along those lines.
A friend of mine invited a woman to dinner at his house, she brought the Thunderbird and without making any comments about the wine he told her: "let's go out to dinner, instead"...He drove to the other end of town, 30 miles or so, bought her a McDonald's burger with fries and left her there.
Then brought his gourmet dinner to my house to watch the NBA playoff games.
Lesson:
Always have a backup plan when you invite a western woman to dinner at your home.
The other day I asked my loving mother: What do you think? Do you think I am a good guy? I cook all sort of food, I do my own laundry, I clean the house, kitchen, bathroom and so on... I even iron my shirts...
My mother said: NO, i think you are a single guy, you don't have a choise...