Wednesday,
March 23, 2016
Last
Sunday an investigator made dinner for us and the AP’s (assistants to the
President). Sergay looks like he is in his mid to late twenties or early
thirties. His dad is a year older than Dad and his Mom is a year older than me.
He made us a typical Russian meal and I liked it. It was sort of a potato salad
called Salad Olivia. It had potatoes, hard boiled eggs, cheese, pickles, peas
(yes I ate the pickles and peas) and mayo in it. I don’t think there was
anything else. It was really good to me. Dad was worried about eating the eggs
but he said he thought it was good. We had cheese slices and bread to go with
it along with a Chi to drink. It was like an herbal tea only fruity. I liked
that also even though I watched them strain out the grass or what they called
grass. I did put three teaspoons of sugar in it.
Monday
Dad and I went to the market after work to pick up some coke zero, bread and
garbage bags when we ran into Sergay. He gave us a smile and asked how we were
doing. He looked down at our coke zero and told us that was bad for us. We told
him we knew that but were buying it anyway. Then he saw our bread choice and
told us he needed to take us to Bread Square for some better bread. I guess
that’s a place they make homemade bread and kind of a play on Red Square. He
walked us back to our apartment and then went on home. He is a very nice guy
and loves practicing his English.
I
forgot to tell you in my last letter that while we were at the Branch
President’s (Krevov) home his oldest daughter (5) brought me a piece of paper
and colored pencil and wanted me to draw a cow. When I was done Sister Krevov
laughed and so did Deann. She told her mother that is looked like a cat. Sister
Krevov fixed my picture so it looked more like a cow.
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