Russian Cusine
Tuesday, June 21st, 2005Bubb was explaining to me tonight over dinner about the Russian Bakery he goes to at lunchtime. Today, the Russian lady behind the counter was most put out over Bubb’s choice of cake declaiming that the one that he had picked was “Soft!” I believe she said this quite loudly and eyed him beadily. The [...]
Dragged kicking and screaming by inconsiderate parents around the globe may explain my wanderlust, my kawaii obsession and the need to document.
Then again it may be down to eating drugged cupcakes.
