After two weeks of buying varenyky and sometimes delicious, sometimes questionable produce from the markets and babushkas along the streets, we found a huge supermarket with all the comforts of, well, any good Ukrainian home, probably.
Frankly, I couldn't help myself. I found an entire isle devoted to sausage, and I loaded up. Then it was on to the bread counter, where I grabbed the most interesting loafs I could find—to great success! One was a sweet bread (pictured) that paired nicely with the cheese I bought (I don't know what kind of cheese it was—I just know that it was one of the best hunks I've ever eaten). The other loaf I bought I had hoped to use for sandwiches, but when I sliced into it I found it was full of grape jam. Oh well, it was perfect for breakfast this morning!
Eating here is has been nothing short of an adventure. From my first-ever food poisoning experience to snacking on the salty fish jerky that the salesguy at the metro kiosk swore by (I thought it was kind of nasty), it feels a little like I'm learning to feed myself all over again.
My friends and I finally broke down and grabbed some burgers at McDonald's. I'm not proud to say this, because I normally don't really care for their industrially processed cardboard salt sticks, but it was one of the most enjoyable meals I've had here yet. And the worst part is that it didn't taste any different from the slop they serve back home.
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| Serious violation: bringing a McFoxy bag into McDonald's |
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