a milestone, a foodtastic event, and fractious

MILESTONE:  I am no longer afraid of winter.  Before last week, I had visions of my Texas blood freezing in my veins, of my host family discovering my blue, icicle-covered body, of their efforts to pry me and my frozen kitten from my bed. But as you can see, the snow came, covered everything in white goodness, and I was prompted to say in just about every conversation, “Yerbek chem aprel kaghakum vortegh chat dzyun a galis.”  Because it’s true, I have never lived in a place where it snows a lot. This of course is heavily colored by the…

the crazies

I’m learning some things about myself: 1. Adopting a cat and naming her Sanity does not mean I will be more sane. On her first day at my home, I remember I was crawling into bed while she was still running desperately from bedroom to livingroom hoping we’d be staying up and playing more.  I looked over at her saying, “Listen, honey, one of us has to go to work tomorrow so I can put food on the table.” Lately I’ve taken to growling at her.  Growling.  This happens mostly around food.  Her previous owner fed her from straight from…

the STRANGEST food I’ve ever eaten and other Nor Tari wonders

Yes, we’re already good and settled four days into 2010.  Yes, my American family and friends are already back to work.  BUT NOT HERE!   No no, Nor Tari celebrations are still to be had.  There are hours still to fill with visiting friends, with eating Nor Tari salads, meat pastries, and copious amounts of chocolates and dolmas (not in that order).  It will be 10 days or so until the Hayastan world is back into it’s regular swing, and I am quite enjoying the quiet, hangist way we’re ringing in 2010 here in my currently wet and cold little town….

ho ho horovats

You thought Christmas was like, SO last week.  You are wrong, of course. Last night the World Vision crew hopped into our Ladas and drove up the hill to the old Soviet resort,  Pasionat (transliteration) for our staff Christmas Party, a preemptive event for the real Christian Christmas (re: previous post). The event started with the women setting tables and the men making horovats (Armenian barbeque).  Horovatsing involves touching a LOT of meat, breathing in a LOT of smoke, and taking too many shots of vodka. After the horovats is ready, then begins the meal which last night included a…

christmas and sanity

So, the holiday season is firmly upon us here in Fridge Country.  We are ramping up for the two week celebration that is Nor Tari, two weeks devoted to celebrating New Years and Christmas (the ‘Christian’ one, as I’ve heard it said in many households here). As I’ve said before, there are interim traditions to be performed.  Skype again was this years Santa Claus, delivering the gift of Texan family right into my friend’s Armenian living room.  Christmas Eve was Apricot-Garlic pasta, cinnamon chocolate cake, three good friends, and Elfin Dice.  Christmas morning was six o’clock on the dot Skyping…