So I got to Budapest in one piece but with some adventure and suffering. At 7:30 pm last Thursday (an hour after scheduled departure, thanks to the JFK traffic jam) my plane lifted off and headed towards the ocean. Read more…
I have to say that nothing warms up your pallet after two weeks of liquid foods, like a bowl of delicious gnocchi. And if it’s Noodle Pudding-made it’s bound to be tasty. Italian dishes to one heart’s content plus good, well-priced wine, followed by well chosen dessert – who could ask for more? Not me! D and I shared an appetizer of smoked mozzarella and grilled artichokes, which was also a great treat for my toothless mouth starved for flavor. Read more…
My wisdom teeth are. Two years of struggling for survival in my undersized mouth have finished in this tragic departure. My conversation with the oral surgeon yesterday morning -
Surgeon: Sorry, we are going to use local anesthesia on all of your teeth.
Me (whimpering): But, but I really hate novocain, in Russia sometimes I ask that dentists not use it because it’s so horrible and makes me feel really crappy (crying for more effect). Can’t you use something else?
Surgeon: Oh yeah, well you have no choice, and wait didn’t you say you were Russian? I thought you guys were supposed to be tough?
Me (angry): You want tough? I’ll show you fucking tough (biting and spitting out a large piece of the surgeon’s arm)….
I wish everything in my life was as sweet as the blue PT Cruiser that I drove to DC from Brooklyn. Truly a lovely car that made me feel warm inside. Anyways, I am in New York for an undetermined period of time due to the lack of swiftness on the part of Hungarian authorities. Read more…