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timetraveltasting · 5 months ago

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MINUTAL MATIANUM (ROMAN PORK WITH APPLES, 1st c.)

It's a been a tougher week than usual - my husband broke his leg and had surgery, and I'm dealing with some dental pain - but amongst it all, I thought it would be a good idea to treat ourselves with a Tasting History dish that is especially hearty and comforting: Minutal Matianum (Roman Pork with Apples). From the quintessential Roman source by Apicius from the 1st c., De Re Coquinaria, this meat dish is made using ingredients that would have been available to Roman soldiers in Britain, near forts in the area of Hadrian's Wall. This hearty dish was probably closer to what the officers of the Roman army would have eaten rather than the foot soldiers, however. I decided to make this dish because my husband and I have enjoyed most of the Roman recipes I've made so far, and Max exclaimed this was the best Roman dish even he had made so far. We hope this dish provides us with the fortitude of a Roman soldier on the frontiers! See Max’s video on how to make the dish here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

As usual for me with Roman recipes, I struggled to compile all of the specific listed ingredients, but I did my best! I sourced a pork shoulder from our local butcher, and for the ground meat, I used a mix of 60% beef and 40% pork (a very common mixture here in Germany). For the pork roast rub, I used oil, a bit of salt, lots of pepper, and a tablespoon and a half of linden tree blossom honey. For the meatballs, I didn't use any egg to bind them, as I didn't have any on hand. Instead of garum, I used an Asian fish sauce (which Max suggests as a substitute). For the apples, I used some sweet Pink Lady apples (which I definitely snacked on while I was cooking). Instead of the long pepper Max used, I used the tablespoon of peppercorns. I decided to omit the asafoetida completely, as I couldn't find it at 4 different supermarkets, including the bio-supermarket and the Turkish supermarket. I've recently learned that I should look instead at an Indian supermarket, so now I'm on the hunt for one! I reduced grape juice myself to make defrutum, as Saba seems a little expensive. Instead of starch/cornflour, I used regular white flour, since I think they would function fairly similarly.

First, I set out making the rub for the pork roast. Nice and simple with olive oil, salt, pepper, and honey, I loved that I could customize this part to my tastes (give me that sharp pepper taste!). Next, because I didn't have a roasting rack, I made one myself out of tin foil by taking a large sheet, rolling it into a snake shape, and curving it into a zig-zag pattern on top of a layer of tinfoil at the bottom of my pan. It fit the pork perfectly, and then I added the rub and tossed it in the oven. My pork shoulder was just over 2 pounds, so I roasted it for just over 2 hours. While it was cooking, I rolled my meatballs (sans egg), ground my spices for the sauce in the mortar and pestle (which took awhile), and chopped and portioned the ingredients for the next steps. When the pork was almost done cooking, I began cooking the meatballs in olive oil, also adding in the leeks. I added in the chicken stock and garum, stirring to get any bits from the bottom to release their flavour.

While this cooked on the stovetop, the pork roast was ready to take out of the oven. It looked wonderful and smelled delicious! I let it sit for a little bit, then chopped it into cubes and added them to the pot with the meatballs. I added in the cilantro, then a little bit more chicken stock so the pork and meatballs were 3/4 submerged and sizzling nicely in the juices. I simmered it for 15 minutes, then added the apple chunks. I simmered it further, but for less than the 20 minutes in the recipe (more like 15). I portioned the meat and apples into our serving bowls to cool a little while I prepared the quick sauce, being sure to leave some of the juices in order to provide the base to the sauce. I added the juices, defrutum, white wine vinegar, garum, and honey to a pot, added the crushed spices/herbs, and brought it to a light boil, stirring often. I made a roux with some flour by mixing a bit of water into it, then added it to my sauce to thicken it. By the looks of it, I think I ended up thickening it a decent amount more than Max did, but I like a thicker sauce, so I wasn't too upset about that. I took it off the heat once it was combined and thickened, and drizzled it over the pork, meatballs, and apples. It looked absolutely scrumptious - the sauce added a nice silky shine to the meat, the leeks added a pretty green, the peppercorns some texture, and the apples a beautiful yellow and red pop of colour. I served the Minutal Matianum with a side Greek Salad to balance the heaviness of the meat.

My experience tasting it:

I made sure my first bite was with pork, apple, and some sauce - it was very tasty! The pork was tender enough, but I might have overcooked it just a little. Luckily, the tougher, hearty texture was balanced by the crisp and light flavour of the apple and the acidity, sweetness, spice-infused, and herbed flavour of the silky gravy-like sauce. Like Max mentioned, the sauce first tastes a bit sour due to the vinegar, but it melts into a sweetness from the defrutum and honey. It is still a very 'Roman' flavour of sauce - I could taste hints of the previous Roman sauces I have made in other dishes in this one, but this one was more like a gravy, and maybe more in line with the modern palate. In terms of herbs and spices, I found that peppercorn and cilantro were the most forward in the sauce - the mint and cumin were just barely there. I decided to make my next bite a meatball with some sauce, apple and leek: an absolute winning combo! I don't always have time to make a pork roast, so I can't see myself making Minutal Matianum often in its complete form, but I will most certainly make the sauce with apples and meatballs again in the future. Like Max, my husband and I both agreed this is our favourite of the Roman dishes I've made so far. This is a great meal for late fall/early winter, and I will probably make it again as the weather gets colder this fall. If you end up making this dish, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Long Pepper

Flor de Garum

Colatura di Alici (Garum substitute)

Saba (Defrutum)

Asafoetida

Minutal Matianum (Roman Pork with Apples) original recipe (1st c.)

Sourced from De Re Coquinaria by Apicius, 1st century.

Put oil, garum, stock, chopped leek and cilantro and small ground meatballs in a pot. Chop previously cooked shoulder of pork with skin into cubes. Cook all together. Half-way through cooking add cored and diced Matian apples. While it cooks, grind pepper, cumin, cilantro and coriander seed, mint, and silphium root, pour in vinegar, honey, garum, defrutum, and some of the cooking liquid. Adjust the flavors with vinegar. Bring to a boil. Add broken tracta to thicken. Sprinkle pepper and serve.

Modern Recipe

Based on De Re Coquinaria by Apicius (1st c.) and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Roasted Pork

Pork shoulder

Olive oil

Salt

Pepper

Honey

Pork and Apples

1 tbsp olive oil

3/4 lb (340g) ground pork or beef, shaped into 1” balls

1 cup chopped leek

1 cup (235ml) chicken stock, plus extra as needed

2 teaspoons garum*

Small handful chopped cilantro

1 lb (450g) roasted pork, cut into cubes

1 lb (450g) sweet apples, cored and cut into about 1” pieces

Sauce

1 tsp cumin

2 tsp chopped cilantro

1 tbsp coriander seeds

2 tsp chopped mint

4 long peppers or 1 tbsp of peppercorns

1/2 tsp asafoetida

1/4 cup (60ml) white wine vinegar

2 tbsp honey

1 tsp garum*

1/4 cup (60ml) defrutum**

1/4 cup (60ml) cooking liquid from the pork and apples

2 tsp starch or cornflour

*Garum was a fermented fish sauce that was used in a lot of ancient Roman cooking. You can buy a modern equivalent or use an Asian fish sauce.

**Defrutum was a 1/3 reduction of grape must. Today, Saba is pretty much the same thing. It can be expensive, so you can reduce some grape juice instead.

Method:

For the roasted pork: Preheat the oven to 450°F (230°C). Line a baking sheet with foil, then place a roasting rack on top of it.

In a small bowl, mix the olive oil, salt, pepper, and honey. There should be enough to coat the pork roast. Adjust the amounts to your liking.

Brush the olive oil mixture onto the pork, then roast for 15 minutes.

Lower the temperature to 275°F (135°C) and cook for about an hour per pound, or until the internal temperature reaches at least 165°F (74°C).

For the pork and apples: Heat the olive oil in a large pot over medium heat, then add the meatballs and leeks and cook for 8 to 10 minutes, or until they start to brown.

Deglaze the pot with the chicken stock and garum. Toss in the cilantro and roasted pork. Add enough additional chicken stock so that it covers the bottom of the pot.

Simmer for 15 minutes, adding more stock if necessary.

Add the apples, then cook for another 20 minutes or until the meatballs are fully cooked.

For the sauce: Grind the spices and herbs with a mortar and pestle, then put them in a saucepan with the liquid ingredients. Stir together and bring to a gentle boil over medium heat.

Mix the starch with a little water, then add it to the sauce. Simmer for a couple of minutes until it thickens.

To serve: Dish the pork and apples into a bowl, drizzle with the sauce, and serve it forth.

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supercantaloupe · 15 days ago

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i need to find a good asian supermarket near me that isn't a pain in the ass to get to bc i really want to get some stuff for my pantry/freezer like good noodles and tofu. haven't found one yet though

#by 'not a pain in the ass to get to' i mean not multiple bus lines away Nor i have to drive 40 minutes through hell traffic to get there #which is surprisingly hard to accommodate here.#sasha speaks #also maybe an indian grocery store for cheaper spices and dry beans and stuff...

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ruth-writes · 18 days ago

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What's My Age Again? Chapter 10

Overview

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Alex

I reached up to grab the bow-tie pasta from the top shelf, which I knew was Aaliyah’s favorite, and set it in our cart. She was leaning on it as she ranted about an argument she’d had with her boss this morning about calling in sick.

“I mean, not that it would be okay at any job, but I’d expect this if I was working at, I don’t know, Target or something,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse. “But my job is literally working out. I need to be in good condition to do it.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” I said, knowing she didn’t expect me to contribute much more.

“I just hate her so much,” Aaliyah groaned dramatically as we moved to the next section. She grabbed blue corn tortilla chips for her parents and regular potato chips for us, then started pushing the cart to the check out.

“Did you find everything all right?” the mid-thirties blond employee asked us with a customer service voice and smile so perfectly fake it gave me uncanny valley vibes. I wondered how long her shift had already been.

“Fine, thanks,” I assured her, before stepping aside and watching her repeat the process with Aaliyah. Her movements were exactly the same, almost robotic.

We piled our things in the car, then started heading to CVS so I could pick up Jamie’s prescription.

“I have a question, by the way,” I started as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Jamie’s having a sleepover on Saturday, so I was wondering if you wanted to come over? You know, since I’ll be home alone.”

“Like, stay overnight?” she asked.

I felt heat rise up my neck. “Yeah, or just the evening. Whatever works.”

“No, I’d love to stay over!” she replied, making me smile and feel even more embarrassed at the same time. We hadn’t had an actual date since our first one, mostly because we were both so busy all the time.

“Who’s he having a sleepover with?” she inquired. “Omar?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, surprised. “How’d you guess?”

“Just a feeling. They’ve been hitting it off in class.” She craned her neck to watch for oncoming traffic.

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m really glad he can have a space where he feels comfortable outside of school.”

Aaliyah followed me into CVS, browsing the makeup aisle while I got in line.

“What’s that?” I asked her when she came back with a purple pencil.

“Guess,” she replied with a playful tone.

“Eyeliner?”

She shook her head. “Lip liner. But they basically look the same.”

“What’s lip liner?” I asked.

“You use it to draw an outline on your lips before you use lipstick so it doesn’t like, smudge as much,” she explained.

“Oh, that’s cool.” I used to think makeup was straightforward, but she was always showing up with new products I couldn’t have imagined existed.

The rest of our outing consisted of the laundromat to pick up a suit for Aaliyah’s dad and the Asian supermarket, where I got udon noodles and tofu and Aaliyah stocked up on sriracha. She drove me home afterwards, helping me carry everything to the elevator before kissing me goodbye.

“Did you get my Oreos?” Jamie asked when I rang the doorbell, not making a move to help.

“Yeah, they’re in one of the bags,” I gestured. Help me unpack first though, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He carried two of them to the kitchen counter before raiding them. When he finally found his cookies, he put them protectively in the pocket of his hoodie.

I rolled my eyes. Typical.

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The doorbell gave me a near heart attack as I looked hopelessly at the pile of discarded outfit options on my bed. In a split-second decision, I changed the pair of sweatpants I was wearing to jeans before speedwalking towards the door.

Aaliyah, of course, had an outfit that was meticulously well put together to be perfectly cute and casual at the same time. The worst part was that she’d probably spent no more than five minutes on it, maybe ten if you counted the makeup.

“Hey!” she said, leaning up to kiss me.

“Hey,” I replied, leaning down.

She walked past me and stopped to sniff the air. “Wow, it smells delicious.”

My heart pounded. “Thanks.” I could only hope my curry-cooking skills were good enough to have it taste well, too.

She followed me to the kitchen, looking around curiously. She stopped when she saw the pictures taped to the cabinets and leaned in to look at them more closely. “Are these of you and Jamie?”

“Most of them, yeah.” They’d been taken over the years. My favorite was from Halloween when we were younger, when we’d DIYed Percy Jackson costumes. Jamie, of course, was Grover, the cardboard horns sticking out of his curly hair just the way they were described in the books, and I was Percy.

She smiled. “Cute.”

Fortunately, she seemed impressed by the curry. She even asked for seconds, which had to mean she wasn’t just being polite. Afterwards, we washed up together, which shouldn’t have been as fun as it was. There was something about doing chores together that made them less aggravating.

“Can I see your room?” she asked.

“Sure, it’s just across the hall.” I nodded in the right direction, my hands still occupied with drying the last plate. When I was done, I found her standing by my desk.

“Have you finished it yet?” she asked, motioning to her copy of Animal Farm that was lying on it.

I nodded. “Yeah, last night. You can have it back.”

She picked it up, then looked around, realized her bag was still in the hall, and set it back down. “Well, what did you think?”

I considered what to say. “It was… unsettling,” I replied eventually. “The part where Boxer died really fucked me up, I had to stop reading for a bit. And it was a lot more complicated than I expected it to be.” I didn’t want to admit it, but I’d assumed most of the books on Aaliyah’s shelf had the simple message of ‘communism good, capitalism bad’.

Aaliyah scrunched her eyebrows. “Boxer was the horse, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied, surprised she didn’t know. “I thought you’d read the book, like, thousands of times.”

“No, only once a while back,” she dismissed. “You mind if I sit down?” she gestured to the bed.

“Sure.” I grabbed some pillows and moved them around so we could be more comfortable sitting against the wall. “I guess I assumed because it’s so worn. You know, the book.”

“Oh.” She looked at it as if to remind herself. “Yeah, I got it secondhand.”

“Oh.” I was kind of disappointed. I’d been looking forward to picking her brain on it. “I think it made me feel kind of guilty? Because what frustrated me the most was that the other animals weren’t realizing what was going on, but in the real world, I’m one of the oblivious animals for a lot of things.”

She gave me a teasing smile. “Did Animal Farm radicalize you?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

She laughed but was nice enough to change the subject. “What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know, an old Disney movie?” I suggested. I wasn’t in the mood for anything serious.

Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, can we watch The Princess and the Frog? I think it’s on Netflix.”

“Sure. I don’t have Netflix, though. I usually just pirate movies,” I said, turning on my laptop.

She watched me, then asked awkwardly, “Um, do you mind if I log into my Netflix account? It’s just, I think the quality might be better.”

“Yeah, sure, why not?” I said, moving the laptop over to her.

She relaxed. “Thanks. Billie always gets annoyed when I ask that.”

I decided not to pry. That sounded like best friend drama I didn’t need to get mixed up in.

I’d only seen the movie a few times, but Aaliyah seemed to know it by heart, especially the songs. She eventually nestled her head onto my shoulder, and in a burst of confidence, I reached over to grab her hand. When she folded her fingers through mine, I could feel the buzzing excitement in every vein of my body. I almost fell into the anxiety trap of focusing too hard on my steadily increasing heartbeat, but I forced myself to just enjoy the fact that her head was placed in the perfect position for me to smell her hair and press the occasional kiss to her forehead. It made her smile every time.

About a third of the way through the movie, I realized it was hopeless. She didn’t seem to be paying attention, either, sneaking glances at me just as often as I was sneaking them at her. Occasionally, our eyes would lock, and we’d giggle awkwardly before looking back at the screen. It went on until she reached over and shut the laptop.

“What are you doing?” I asked when she moved it to my desk.

“I don’t want to watch anymore,” she said, and then she was rolling on top of me and pressing her soft lips to mine.

We let our legs tangle together as we pressed closer against each other. At first, I tried to frantically remember if I’d learned anything from the one time I’d made out with a girl named Casey in ninth grade, but I couldn’t think, and it didn’t seem to matter anyway when I felt Aaliyah smiling into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on the small of her back and the other losing itself in her braids. I liked being this close to her. It felt natural when she moved her hand so it was under my shirt, and I wrapped a leg around her, too, as if to hold her against me for all of eternity.

It was a little awkward once we got our tongues involved, but after a few seconds we managed to find a rhythm. I liked that part, too, but not more or less than what we’d been doing before. When she started kissing along my neck, I craned it in response. I hoped she’d never stop. I wanted us to stay like this forever, giggling as we figured each other out.

I ruined it again, though. She moved my hand under her shirt and up to her bra, clearly giving me permission to do something, but I wasn’t sure what. I froze, not knowing how to touch her, not knowing if this was even how I wanted to touch her. She obviously wanted me to, but was that enough?

She noticed and stopped. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” My face burned and I started doing frantic damage control. “Sorry. I just have, like, absolutely zero experience, and I don’t want to do anything weird-” I stopped when her smile widened. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You’re just really sweet.”

That was good, right? “Oh, thanks,” I mumbled.

“I don’t care about your experience,” she assured me. “Even if you had more, it wouldn’t necessarily mean it would work for us, you know?”

“Okay,” I said, not entirely convinced she wasn’t just saying that to make me feel better.

She took my hand again and made me hold her hip. “I can show you what I like, then you’ll know what to do. If you want.” She added the last part quickly.

“I want to,” I said, but my heart sank when I heard how unconvincing it sounded.

Her smile wavered. “Are you sure?”

What was wrong with me? Was it nerves? If it was, that meant I should power through, right? But somehow, I knew it was more than that, and I hated myself for not being able to put my finger on it. “I don’t think I know what I want,” I admitted in barely more than a whisper, knowing I’d just bared more of myself to her than I ever could during sex. My heart raced as I tried to explain. “I mean, I like being with you.” I pulled her closer in an attempt to prove my words, suddenly terrified of her leaving. Saying she hadn’t signed up for someone who couldn’t even sleep with her without making it complicated. “I really do. I have this gigantic crush on you, it’s literally getting in the way of my life because I can’t focus in class without thinking of something funny you said or how I want to hang out with you, but I just don’t know if I want to have sex with you right now. And I know that doesn’t make any sense, but I don’t know how else to explain it.”

She listened patiently until I was done, then rolled herself partly off of me but stayed close, both of our heads against the pillows now. “I have a gigantic crush on you, too,” she said earnestly, making me smile. “I mean, you have a lot going on right now. It’s fine if we take things slow.”

My heart sank. “No, please don’t make this about everything else that’s wrong with my life,” I told her. “I don’t know how, but I have this feeling I’d be feeling this way even if everything else was normal.”

She considered this. “I don’t want to pressure you with labels or anything,” she started hesitantly, “but do you think you might be asexual?”

I didn’t know. Maybe the word was the answer to everything I was feeling, but I couldn’t stop to think about it as a new fear enveloped me. “If I was, would that be a deal breaker for you?”

The seconds felt like minutes as I waited for her to speak. “No. I think we’d be able to make it work.”

A grin broke out across my face as I leaned in to kiss her.

She smiled. “You like kissing me, then?”

I nodded, not letting her get any more words in.

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hiyouuk · 17 days ago

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softsky-daily · 4 months ago

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10/7/2024

Knowing there's a hurricane coming makes even a regular downcast sky seem sinister.

Positive thing: I was able to get more supplies for the hurricane.

The roads were wild. I was surprised the gas station even had gas left with how many people were crowding there. I did see other gas stations that had longer lines of cars, and supermarkets with full parking lots, and I did witness one accident on the road that no doubt wasn't the only one. Given all that, my little adventure outside to look for supplies was a lot smoother than it could've gone. I went to the Asian market nearby and it wasn't crowded at all. I got some rice for my friend as well, and he found me some paper towels, so afterwards I met up with him and we did our little exchange. It definitely helps having good friends in the area.

I'm not super worried, but still healthily cautious. My roommates and I aren't in a flood zone, we have food and water, and the last time a category 5 hurricane came by nothing happened to us (literally nothing - we sat around and watched YouTube all day basically). Of course, I won't depend on it going as smoothly for us as it did then, but again we're stocked up and as prepared as we could be. The biggest concern would probably be the wind. My bed is situated near a big window, so I'm thinking I'll rearrange a bit so I'm not in danger of debris breaking through.

Anyway, it's forecasted to make landfall by Wednesday. I'm hoping it goes by without incident and everyone stays safe. My dad lives 2 hours north and I considered going up, but his city was hit worse by the last hurricane and they were still in recovery last I heard. Even if it'll be milder this time for them, I don't know if it'll be much safer than here since they're weakened already. We both figured it'd be better to stay put instead risk the heavy traffic trying to travel.

Everything this week got canceled. I wish it hadn't taken a hurricane to give me a week off but I'll make the most of it. I already spent most of today playing viddy games and napping after all the hubbub with supply hunting, so if things are calm enough for me to keep doing that all week I'll be a happy camper.

#thoughtposting #skyposting

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unhonestlymirror · 1 year ago

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Rating food of the countries I've been to, from West to East:

Disclaimer: it's veeery subjective

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Spain🇪🇸 : 7/10. It's okay. I expected their fish and seafood to be better, tho. A LOT of relatively cheap fresh juices, 10/10 for health. They also make surprisingly amazing pasta and surprisingly average paella.

France🇫🇷: 9/10. Never visited cafes or restaurants there, but Carrefour has an incredible variety of good meat. I love their pineapple pie, too. There are a lot of products for vegetarians, Muslims, and, in general, different people who have different eating styles. There's a lot to see. And omg, their bazaar days are something worth attending: I still regret that I never tried clams with white wine.

UK🇬🇧 : 6/10. Not impressed. Something tells me that they deliberately make fish-n-chips that terrible. But I absolutely loved the strawberries under hot chocolate, which was sold by two cheerful Polish girls near Madam Tussaud museum.

Switzerland 🇨🇭: 6/10. Migros has nice buns with spinach and those Japanese "sandwiches", overall, your whole salary is gonna be spent on food. (Lithuania core lol😭) McDonald's there SUCKS.

Norway🇳🇴: 4/10. I expected a lot for some reason. Prices gonna cause you a heart attack, the quality is gonna give you a second heart attack. Also!!! THERE WAS NO FISH IN THE SHOPS EXCEPT THE CANNED!!! I was deeply injured. Norwegian salmon is super popular in Ukraine, how can they not have any normal fish in the big supermarkets...

Germany🇩🇪: 1/10. I may be just unlucky, but every time I visit Germany and pick a random cafe with lots of people(!), it has the worst food I've ever tasted in my life. It's like that scene from Desperate Housewives: "Really? A woman who orders Chinese food for Christmas dinner cooked a pineapple pie?" I understand now why Ukrainian women often marry Germans. My heart bleeds when I see what exactly you eat. I want to cover you with a blanket and cook you a normal soup.

Czech Republic 🇨🇿: 7/10. The soup was nice, ставлю вподобайку👍

Poland🇵🇱 : 8/10. Soup in bread, my beloved. Doughnuts were some kind of overcooked in oil, tho.

Montenegro🇲🇪: 10/10. I love you. I love your salads, your seafood, and I LOVE YOUR LEMON ICECREAM!!!!!

Slovakia🇸🇰: 7/10. I don't really remember what I ate, I am sorry. But I was really impressed with your supermarkets for some reason. Gotta visit it again.

Hungary🇭🇺: 6/10. It was my first time I've ever tried street food, and I liked it. You guys know how to cook meat.

Greece🇬🇷: 7/10. One day, I'll find the guy who can cook Karavidopsiha and beg them to cook it once again. Nice fish!!! I remember your arbutus honey as old women remember their best lovers. But. One time, a man served my family with unpeeled shrimps in batter. :/ What the hell was that? Is that some kind of a national dish I'm not aware of? Minus three points for such bullying.

Cyprus 🇨🇾: 7/10. I shouldn't be obsessed with your carob tree pastille that much.

Lithuania🇱🇹: 10/10. I love you. Although, I'd love to spend less money on food too. I love your Maxima and Rimi and Iki. I love your cafes. I love your bakery, I love your cocktails, I looooooove your soups, and I love your Asian food too. It's very easy to become an alcoholic with such delicious wines and tinctures.

Latvia🇱🇻: 11/10. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm on my knees. Your cream chanterelle soup and Lidl croissants and marinated onion and šašlyk and fish and dairy products🛐🛐🛐. You guys know how to serve. I've never seen such pretty food designs anywhere. And of course, Lido. It brings me in tears of joy and makes me remember Puzata Hata. No, for real, is there any dish you don't know how to cook?

Finland🇫🇮: 7/10. That's okay. Nice street food.

Belarus ⚪️🔴⚪️: 9/10. Oh my dear Belarus, you're gonna be the best chef in Europe once you're free from russia. I wish I ate more machanka and drank your pine tincture when I had the chance. I love your chicory, it's a bit greyish, but it's much more delicious than an average chicory. Delicious meat in the shops. Other food is soviet-like, which makes me nauseous.

Ukraine 🇺🇦: ♾️/10. Вітчизно моя! Ти як здоров'я, наскільки ти цінна, тільки той знає, хто тебе втратив. I don't know if my favourite shops still work. I loved every single cafe I've been to, yes, even that shitty prorussian Mafia and Eurasia. I loved Puzata Hata. I loved Khlibna Kava, and its amazing cherry cupcakes. I loved Moloko Vid Fermera. I loved little kiosks with fresh Makadamia nuts and huge variety of vegetables and fruits. I loved Flagman and Silpo, Lvivśki croissants, and chocolate shops. I loved my seafood store. I loved giant frappes in Shevchenko Park. I loved my Continent with its old classical French background songs. I love my Japanese food stores. There are so many places I love. I used to find my bazaar so ugly and dirty, but I would give everything to buy the sea buckthorn jam from the cheerful old lady. But it's not gonna happen. My bazaar was shelled by russians to the ground.

Turkey🇹🇷: 9/10. Your Katmer, seafood soup and baked shrimps(?) are something 🛐.

Jordan🇯🇴: 7/10. Nice! You cook paella better than Spain, be proud of yourself. Although, I'd love to not be scared for my life as a woman all the time. Your bazaar seemed very interesting, but unfortunately, I don't speak Arabic. And I am a woman, which also sucks, I guess. I was totally covered in black, except for the face and hair, and people still stared at me like on a zoo exponate. McDonald's kinda sucks too, but not as much as in Switzerland.

Egypt🇪🇬: 7/10. It's okay. I've tasted only hotel food.

Sakartvelo🇬🇪 : 10/10. Our guide forgot about our existence, and we had to find any source of food to not die from hunger, so we went to your local bazaar and asked to fry some cheap fish. It had lots of bones, and I hate fish with bones, but I ate it all, and it tasted amazing.

Saudi Arabia 🇸🇦: 6/10. Most of the week, I just cooked some simple spiceless products like pasta and eggs from the small store. You are far from the level of grocery stores in Turkey. Although, your cold orange juice bottle saved my life from dying in the middle of the desert.

Qazaqstan 🇰🇿: 7/10. I don't really remember your supermarkets, I guess they were okay. But your bazaars are definitely something worth attending. Millions of varieties of honey with millions of tastes and very salty hard cheese Kurt.

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