As I write this, I am eating the first ripe cucumber from my garden, and it's so damn delicious that I hope one can eat a gigantic cucumber in one day without becoming desperately ill, because I'm probably going to. It was growing until about five minutes before I chopped off the end and ate it, and it's the essence of cucumberness. A little sweet
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No, you haven't mentioned Romanian prostitutes. Story, please???
When I was in high school, our Italian department had a student exchange set up with a school in Italy, allowing lucky students to fly off to Italy for a week or two annually. On such a trip, one of my friends was attempting to earnestly tell the man whose family was hosting her that he had a nice house but announced instead that he had a nice penis. (I assume the words are similar?)
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My friend told her host mom that in the US we put preservativi (condoms) in a lot of our food -- the word she wanted was conservanti.
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