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”.