Moldova?

I work for a company that has offices in many different countries and places a lot of emphasis on diversity and understanding the world we live in.  To help educate their employees about happenings around the world, they publish a calendar every month with important and noteworthy things on each date.   

So for today Aug. 27^th, Happy Independence Day Moldova!  Hmmm…  Moldova…  I wonder what the food is like there?

Feeling Eggistential…

So my cheese-making “Green Acres” friend invited us over to her mini farm for dinner al fresco, overlooking her pastures and barn.  It was a lovely view and a lovely meal, and as evening descended she invited us to come with her out to the barn to put the chickens away for the night.  When she first got her 2 chickens, I was convinced more livestock was on the horizon.  I was sure it was going to be goats, but as the months passed I realized that she was not going to get some just because I thought she should.  Pout.   

As we walked into the barn I asked if there might be some eggs that we could take home, not being sure if her 2 ladies were laying regularly or not.  She laughed and said she should have plenty, and then I saw why.  She now has a dozen chickens, taking up 2 stalls in the barn and laying eggs all over the place.   Score!  These are probably the most pampered chickens I will ever see, and I think it shows in the very tasty eggs we brought home.  I think the goats can wait.

Coffee Confusion

I live in Seattle, where there really is a coffee shop on almost every block.  I drink coffee often and like to think that I know how to order my usual Latte’ or Americano, as Starbucks has pretty much defined the drink names for me.  I knew that the morning caffeine fix was called different things in other languages:  bica in Lisbon, cappucino in Rome, café’ au lait in Paris.  I expect that.  I did not expect to be confronted with a totally foreign coffee language in Australia, which last time I checked, spoke English.   I went out for my coffee, and was surprised to find they did not understand my order.  Fortunately for all involved, they had a very descriptive sign.  Saved!