Ah, what a beautiful day in Moldova. The sun is out, its 59 degrees fahrenheit, and I’m working from home today. I’ve been working on a guidebook to assist the 30 some social assistants in my office, and I decided that I’d get more work done here, than at the office. Now, I’m not saying that I don’t get work done at the office; it’s just that there are so many mayors, beneficiaries, social assistants, etc. that come through my office on a daily basis, that its hard to focus on occasion.
With that said, I don’t want to mislead you. This post is absolutely not about my work. Around 12:30pm or so, my host father came home from work, in order to eat lunch. We were contemplating our options together, and decided to make some pizzas. Yes, think about that word, pizza. Whether you’re from the NY/NJ area, and you know what a pizza is, you’re from the Chicago area, and you’ve created a butt load of dough with cheese….or you’re from Kansas, and you’d better stick to BBQ…well, I’m not sure I know where I was going with that; I think I just wanted to say pizza from the east coast was the best.
In any case, host dad and I busted out some bread, yellow moldovan cheese (cașcaval), mozzarella cheese, smoked cheese, tomato paste, thai chili sauce, bacon (Preemptive apology to my people), oregano, and garlic powder. I’d like to point out that I purchased the oregano, tomato paste, and thai chili sauce, as they are far from common ingredients in a Moldovan household. We proceeded to microwave, yes, microwave the pizzas. The final product was pretty delicious.
As we ate our pizzas, we discussed how much we needed to excercise and diet. We decided it would be pertinent to wake up early each morning and do push-ups and sit-ups together, and perhaps go running after work. I remind you, we are discussing this while eating a ridiculous amount of calories and saturated fat. I’ll let you know if we do end up doing anything.
That was pretty much the end of my story, but I as it so happens, as I was writing this, my host dad came in the room with a photo album. Normally you’d think, “oh boy….a photo album”. This, was not one of those moments. The photo album was stock full of photographs of host dad, in uniform, stationed in East Germany in 1988. I’ll let you all figure the rest out.
Hope you all are doing well!