caving in to peer pressure (day 1 of 7)
Explanations provided upon request. And just because, when I can't help myself. Deal wit it. As all I do on the weekends is eat, study, and watch generally horrible Russian TV shows, there is nothing to take pictures of except food. So. Food.
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I have no idea why my mom decided to decorate the dining room. We never eat there. We certainly have not done so on my birthday. Oh well. It's a ... gesture.
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Breakfast:
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Okay so this tea, yeah? This tea costs $10 a pop. I thought it must be made from faerie dust gathered by gnomes at sunrise or something. I always wanted to try it but could never really justify the expense to myself. This time I said, it's my birthday, so why not?
It tastes like... a drink my aunt in Odessa used to make from an enzyme. Like clear kvass. As if someone fermented the tea, mixed it with fizzy water and then added jasmine. Having said that... it wasn't at all bad tasting. But maybe not really worth the $10.
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I have no idea why my mom decided to decorate the dining room. We never eat there. We certainly have not done so on my birthday. Oh well. It's a ... gesture.
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Breakfast:
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Okay so this tea, yeah? This tea costs $10 a pop. I thought it must be made from faerie dust gathered by gnomes at sunrise or something. I always wanted to try it but could never really justify the expense to myself. This time I said, it's my birthday, so why not?
It tastes like... a drink my aunt in Odessa used to make from an enzyme. Like clear kvass. As if someone fermented the tea, mixed it with fizzy water and then added jasmine. Having said that... it wasn't at all bad tasting. But maybe not really worth the $10.
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