Vitaliy’s growing a garden in containers on the balcony. It’s produced a lot of great things, like green onions for salads. He’s mostly doing some light hydroponic gardening.
Here he is with the sorrel he grew.
He cut it to put it into the crock pot of borshch he had going, so we have been eating yummy green borshch today.
The meat he used was the legs of a chicken his mom killed and gave us. . . . I don’t like talking about it, but he actually put the claws/feet in there without my knowledge. I actually dished one out into my bowl.
I did not eat it. I donated it to him because he likes them.
He actually was teasing me about “chicken paws” in bed tonight. He says I’ll have nightmares.
It might be true.