Croatia

OnyxCougar · 11-11-2004, 05:46 PM

So we came back from the market with hands full, and got started on breakfast. Ivan had never had hashbrowns, so I tried making them. Halfway through, after shredding 4 big potatoes and frying the bacon and putting the potatoes in the bacon grease, I realized I didn't have a spatula. So I used a fork. Ivan still doesn't know what a spatula looks like and I never saw one when I was there. I should go over and be a spatula importer. They'd go like hotcakes. (Get it?)

The potatoes looked ugly but didn't taste too bad. The eggs were good, we bought a kilo of cheese and Ivan shredded it, I had cheese on my eggs. Cut off a big hunk of bread, threw some Margarine on it and called it breakfast. We cleaned up and I went back to bed. I figured the first two days would be devoted to jetlag. Ivan's dad, Ivica [ee-veets-ah] was due to arrive that night, around 8ish, and I woke up about 6pm. He showed up with a BIG shoe box of apple cakes that Ivan's mom, Mara, made, a BIG box of mandarin oranges, and a pair of pants for Ivan. He doesn't speak much English, and my Croatian wasn't that great, so we didn't have much to say to each other, but Ivan took him to the lair so he could rest, he had some stuff to do Monday morning and was tired after the drive. Ivan and I stayed up til about 1am and went to bed (man I hate jetlag).

A Croatian Crysanthemum:

11-11-2004, 05:46 PM	#1
OnyxCougar Junior Master Dwellar Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Kingdom of Atlantia Posts: 2,979	So we came back from the market with hands full, and got started on breakfast. Ivan had never had hashbrowns, so I tried making them. Halfway through, after shredding 4 big potatoes and frying the bacon and putting the potatoes in the bacon grease, I realized I didn't have a spatula. So I used a fork. Ivan still doesn't know what a spatula looks like and I never saw one when I was there. I should go over and be a spatula importer. They'd go like hotcakes. (Get it?) The potatoes looked ugly but didn't taste too bad. The eggs were good, we bought a kilo of cheese and Ivan shredded it, I had cheese on my eggs. Cut off a big hunk of bread, threw some Margarine on it and called it breakfast. We cleaned up and I went back to bed. I figured the first two days would be devoted to jetlag. Ivan's dad, Ivica [ee-veets-ah] was due to arrive that night, around 8ish, and I woke up about 6pm. He showed up with a BIG shoe box of apple cakes that Ivan's mom, Mara, made, a BIG box of mandarin oranges, and a pair of pants for Ivan. He doesn't speak much English, and my Croatian wasn't that great, so we didn't have much to say to each other, but Ivan took him to the lair so he could rest, he had some stuff to do Monday morning and was tired after the drive. Ivan and I stayed up til about 1am and went to bed (man I hate jetlag). A Croatian Crysanthemum: Attached Images __________________ Impotentes defendere libertatem non possunt. "Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth." ~Franklin D. Roosevelt

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