Okay, so there we were sitting at the table last night and he’s telling me about shtoup (soup). No real recipe, just a very specific taste, consistency, and texture. I should have called Ema. That would have been the smart thing to do. I’m not that smart; and, I like a good challenge. So, after a busy morning at work, a busier afternoon cleaning the kitchen, and a few hours spent working on blog stuff, I got down and dirty. It was just me, a newly cleaned kitchen, and a chicken. Actually, it was just parts of a chicken. Needless to say, my kitchen is no longer clean. It’s a shame.
Now here’s the deal, I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about this recipe. It looked like it was going to be delicious. But, I’m always hesitant to judge a book by its cover. Well actually, I always judge books by their cover. It takes a lot to get me to read something that isn’t visually appealing. I feel the same way about websites, cookbooks, and just about any written material. I want it to look attractive and inviting