OK, so sometimes you are hungry and not really thinking. I walked all the way home, unloaded my bag, went back down to Budagyongye with a shopping bag and at the grocery store saw -- FROZEN HUNGARIAN PIZZA! This seemed like a good way to celebrate surviving a week at IH Budapest and even enjoying what I learned. So, I LOAD UP my bag fulla (weak form) milk, bottled water, puffed rice, jam, bread, meats, cheeses, and one pizza.
I had just mastered my washing machine and felt I could handle the oven.
I couldn't.
I forgot that Fahrenheit ain't the degrees on the oven.
And this lovely, blackened work of art is the result.
In a way, I am proud. It's about what I expect when I cook at my home in New York State.
I had just mastered my washing machine and felt I could handle the oven.
I couldn't.
I forgot that Fahrenheit ain't the degrees on the oven.
And this lovely, blackened work of art is the result.
In a way, I am proud. It's about what I expect when I cook at my home in New York State.
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