Food thoughts

It is snowing again and heavily, so I selfishly hope it will stop soon as I hope to go to Bishkek on Saturday.

I am also heading out earlier than usual as I am starting a new class today. As our computer/art teacher has left I have persuaded my head to try an English and computing classes. Given that I cannot understand half the things on the computer this may be a bit mad, but I thought it was worth trying as back in the UK even students with very limited written English have been able to work on the computers quite well.

Anyway so I am up earlier than usual, and last night I totally failed to write my blog, I was too snug, looking up property in various places and trying to work out where I should live. (I am told it is called property porn)

Yesterday morning as I ate breakfast I watched the first member of staff on duty make the daily bread, so I was able to see that they do use yeast, quite a lot of salt, but as far as I could see no sugar. The bread is flat and circular and only raises a bit, but is quite tasty. However, my colleague in the country, said that the family she lived with only made bread once a week so after two days, she found it inedible.   At school we only had kasha, the semolina dinner with bread, and it tasted quite burned, so very disappointing so I was looking forward to finding out what had been left me and the owner of the guest house, who is still here, to eat.   Nowadays I usually go straight to the main guest house kitchen when I get home as it is about 5/5.30 still light so nice to have something to drink and eat in the kitchen there. Only then do I go to my room and I can stay put all evening. But yesterday to my surprise and disappointment the only food was the bread. No soup, no Beshbarmak, nothing.  Just a jar of my apples in the cupboard, that has somehow left the kitchen fridge where I have been storing them,  so I had this and bread and jam, which luckily I love. I was pondering the inconsistencies of life here and that I am always being wrong footed like this only to find a pan of food left for us in the kitchen that is in the house were I actually live.  A pan of the delicious sort of potato bravos that they make. It is very oily, as is most of the food, but still yummy. So I was very full by the time I got to my room yesterday. The good thing this morning was the discover that they had also left us bread there, so I have been able to have breakfast without going out in the snow. Anyway I had better get dressed and face the elements but at least I have a full warm tummy.