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made plov for my girlfriend's parents. the rice became one object. one object, in the shape of the kazan. her father ate it with a knife and said "interesting". we are still together. the plov is not

Ruslan. Did you stir. Tell me you did not stir.

i stirred

There it is.

Detka, after the rice goes in you never stir plov. Never. Come to Navbahor district on Sunday, I will show you. Bring the girlfriend. She needs to know what she is marrying into.

i put eggs in the microwave to boil them. there was a sound. the microwave is now on the balcony next to the 486

Erbol8645 posted:

there was a sound

everyone: eggs in a microwave are a weapon. I have seen it. that is all I will say

I tried to make kazy in Chicago from a recipe on the internet. The casings were the wrong kind and the horse meat was, I suspect, not horse. It came out about a metre long and the colour of a brick. My grandson named it "the long boy". We did not eat the long boy.

tried beshbarmak tacos. the noodles kept escaping from the tortilla. my tía called it "the riot". ok, too soon for the Nurzhan people, sorry Ruslan

lol no it's fine. riot tacos. I would eat them. I would eat them with one shoe on

Boorsok with Canadian flour. They came out like hockey pucks. My son played actual hockey with one in the driveway. I am not joking. It survived the game.

First year at the seminary I was put on breakfast bread (not the altar bread, they did not trust us with that, and now I understand why). I forgot the salt for a month. Nobody told me. Forty men ate unsalted bread for a month in silence, as a penance. For me, I think.

Pelmeni from a packet. I forgot them in the pot during a phone call with the shift boss. Fifty minutes. They became soup. Ruslan, this is your fault, you made packet pelmeni respectable on this forum.

i tried to make kymyz from cows milk. my grandfather saw it and did not speak to me for a whole day. then he said only "cow". then nothing again