Who am I kidding? I never really liked them in the first place. So today instead of peeling potatoes I had to sort a HUGE pile of potatoes into 3 different sizes for storage: large and medium (mare si medie), small (nici mare, nici mici) and really small (mici mici). I don’t know what my mama gazda is trying to do to my psyche but I am seriously not looking forward to eating potatoes this summer, this fall, this winter or ever again. I told her how I was feeling about these darn potatoes and she just laughed, remembering that my dad really likes them. She then declared I should make my dad placenta with potatoes when I go home in September. I laughed and told her if my dad harvested, dusted and sorted the potatoes then he might not like them as much. She giggled and then finally we were done.
As a side note I also had borsch tonight which is like a soup that she makes with a chicken stock base, carrots, onions, parsley, potatoes, beets, tomatoes, dill and usually some sort of meat (typically pork or chicken at my house). Well today I encountered a chunk of fat that I pretty much thought was for the flavor of the soup. Instead my host mom started telling me that it was pork and that I needed to eat it for the vitamins, yelling at me that it was NOT FAT. I told her I couldn’t eat fat because I need to fit into my dress for my brother’s wedding in September. She took it from my spoon added some salt and took a bite and said “mmmm,” indicating I should do the same. So, I did. Then I asked what part of the pig it was from. People, hold on your seats… because last night I ate cartilage from a pig’s ear. It was crunchy, salty and with the texture of fat. And then I said “mmmm” and received applause from my mama gazda. Oh the things I will do for my mom from Moldova.