As it turns out, Christmas food preparation seems to take almost as long as the elephant gestation* period (same applies to the Christmas food digestion period).
We might call it Christmas Cooking Olympics and the biggest golden medal definitely goes to our taste buds charmer Zosia. Everyone gained either victory over the wild pronunciation of “beetroots” or at least a few extra pounds.
Christmas and Cooking Olympics, in fact, provided preconditions for truce that saved us from the extensive Polish invasion we experienced for quite a lengthy period of time.
Here is what some of our hosts had to say:
Ala, “I realized that cooking is not my destiny and from now on I will stick to eating.”
Zosia, “Christmas is exhausting.”
Ieva, “I liked that the food was in different colours of the sunlight during its passage over the sky at daytime and that it wasn't the colour of the night.”
Eva, “Lots of food. That's my statement. (Ieva, “But that's not funny.”) I'm not funny.”
Tomas, “The number you are trying to reach is currently partying in Istanbul.”
A guest's opinion:
Tamuna, “EVS Polish ghetto in Rustavi with delicious food.”
All in all, Christmas Eve was spent in peace and fellowship. New friendships (with each other and with Lekso's wine) were made and new inspired insights reached (mostly that the roominess of one's stomach can be compared to an average marshrutka in a rush hour). We thank our hosts and our guests who participated in creating this festive Christmas miracle.
*For those too lazy to google, “gestation” = “pregnancy”.