Gastronomy in Georgian
“He pulled my tongue. I would go and go. I would have been silent and my life would have gone differently.” – Lenka sent me a sms at 9 a.m. The level of drama jumped even through the phone and I suddenly woke up.
Lena is my childhood friend. She did not live in Tbilisi for a long time, we went to the garden together. Then they moved, but once every five years she broke out to a small, hotly beloved homeland and we had time to discuss five-year events in a few days.
In this five-year-old, Lena brought her second husband to the Black Sea, and we planned to break up after her marine mess. This is a SMS. I crushed Lena, a girlfriend had to be saved.
Below is the short story of Lenny. Shortly but literally.
“On Monday, in the first evening, we returned with Lesha from the beach. There was great weather, and in the courtyard of our gesture house, which you advised me, the owners of Nukri and Nino were roasting strawberries with friends. As I passed by the mangal, I caught it and said, “What an appetizing smell!” It was the failure of Stirling. An hour later, Nikush, the son of the masters, knocked into our room and silently stretched a deep plate of shale. It was uncomfortable, but we took it and ate it all for dinner. No, they didn’t eat – they ate, because wild is delicious. With your red half dry.
The next day, I bought the chocolate, put it on a plate and returned it.
On Wednesday evening they knocked on the door and there was Nikush with a hot hatchapuri dish. “Mom asked to tell me that the chocolate was very delicious,” the child said to a Georgian Russian and left. That hatchapuri deprived us of the gift of speech, it was ambrosia. The plate had to be returned. I was not allowed to buy a second chocolate in the years of my childhood spent in Tbilisi, and Nino was not repeated in dishes.
On Thursday morning we planned a steam ride, but I cancelled everything and stopped. Lisha said, “Forces of heaven, did I wait for the blines,” but Lisha had nothing to do with it. Cooked for two and a half hours. I haven’t tried that since my first wedding. By 2 p.m. I was standing at the door of the feeders with a mountain of thin up-and-coming blinkers. Nuh accepted the gift and worshipped him galantly. Well, I think it is not ashamed. People have hospitality, and we have chocolate, shame.
On the fifth day, when they knocked on the door in the evening, I was somewhat stressed. Behind the door was Nikusha, smiling extending a serving dish of 32 x 32 x 4 cm, the color ivory manufacturer Italy, up to the top filled with pink peaches, cracking sugar inks, glowing juicy apples, nuts and sparkling black grapes. The smell of the dish was such that I eventually took a bite. We did not go to dinner in the evening, but went to bed and looked at Minino and under the Bubu, Frunzik and white dried smoothed all the fruits.
On Saturday, instead of a dolphinarium, I, filled up with yesterday’s vitamins, started making chicken. I remembered the homework lessons at school and started. Lecha said she didn’t know much about me. The chicken was ready closer to lunch and lay exactly on the whole dish. We carried him both. The owner was not at home and we handed it over to their old grandmother. Grandma raised her eyebrows. Lisha then offered me to go to the bar, but I was so tired that I stayed in the room to drink wine and google phali recipes.
On the seventh day we returned from the beach, and Nikushah was at the gate. When he saw us, he officially approached and said, “Mom and Dad ask you to come in for a minute at 8 o’clock” and ran away. Lecha said it wasn’t easy and asked me how much I think Hennessey XO is worth here. I said here to my hennessy in the throat, who is giving you what. Probably a piano. An ancient icon. Or Shakespeare's tomic with the signature of Shakespeare himself. At 8 o’clock, I stood in my evening dress and Lecha in my shoes at the door of Nukri. The table was divided into two rooms, guests were seated by 40 people. Everything was on the tables on the three floors. Everything that grows, breathes, soaks, bleeds, foams, collapses in Georgia. Nukri raised his arms, smiled, approached us and said, "go through dear guests, we just had a little barbecue here, a modest lunch, we will be happy to share with you. You gave us this cake, we are now your debtors.” “Lena, make a chicken again, I’ll kill you,” Lecha whispered.
Now on Tuesday we go to Grandpa Vano for the 80th anniversary, on Thursday we gather in Tbilisi near Anzor for the anniversary of the wedding, and in December we should come to the baptism of the little Zuriko. It is obligatory.
We met the whole street, neighbors and relatives. We are invited to drink coffee on the first floor, then have breakfast on the second floor, then play nard in the opposite house. In the evening, drink beer in the yard and eat dinner together. It’s a kind of one huge house and an endless lunch in it.
I didn’t burn, I didn’t look at dolphins. I have flour, eggs, yeast, 4 kilos of lambs and sunny hemp in my room. Bottles of wine and cups are even in the bathroom. I haven’t made a single selfie and I already understand something in Georgian. Lecha has recovered 3 kg and is considering buying a house here.
I just said how delicious it smells, Valya.
How are you living here, right?”
c) Valentina Semilet