After six months in Asia, Logan was missing ice cream. Kiev provided a large one, wrapped in a waffle cone.
I was missing potatoes. I love potatoes. All kinds. For my birthday in High School, instead of decorating my locker with streamers and lots of candies, my friends filled it with unwashed Idaho potatoes. They also handed me potatoes as I walked through the halls and attended classes. Every time I opened my locker, potatoes rolled all over the floor. Did I mention I love potatoes?
Unfortunately, my family does not share my love of potatoes. This led to me just about breaking down and yelling at them as I wanted to order five different potato dishes at one meal but had no one to help me eat them.
But here are a few of the dishes (above and below) that I did manage to try.
Below is borscht that Matthew had.
Below is my cabbage salad. I love almost all cabbage salads.
Below is some sort of meat my family ate. I forget what.
And below is Logan’s favorite food in Kiev. She managed to eat it at least three times during our short stay. It is basically a large, deep-fried doughnut with a hotdog in the middle. The stand that sold it always had a long line, so it seems she was not the only one that liked it.
Some meat we picked up at a fair.
No one needs cotton candy that is much larger than your head. But, as you can see, it made Logan happy.
Food at an outside fair.
Hot bread with cheese… delicious in any country.
