Ukraine- Nyum, Nyum!

To help alieve the daily feast of borsh and potatoes, our team had decided to help with the cooking on the weekends. On the weekend Susan and I were to cook we opted for speghetti, garlic bread, and salad.

Early in the morning she and I went shopping for the veggies. The morning market was awesome- all the hustle around, the smells, the deep sounds of meat being chopped, it all reminds me of Taiwan and is something that I miss and wish we had in the US. The older women all look exactly like I expected in their dresses, creased faces worn from time, head scarves covering silver hair, knarled hands giving change....

Admist all of the chaotic order there are these little babushkas who sell this fried bread that is stuffed with potatoes (who would have guessed!?), cabbage, or meat. This fried bread is delicious and after seeing multiple people walk around with them, Susan and I set out to find the little old lady who was selling them. Unfortunately, no matter how hard we looked, we couldn't find the babushka selling them.

As this girl passed by us holding one, Susan tapped her on the shoulder. "Nyum, nyum!" she exclaimed rubbing her tummy. The look the girl gave Susan was priceless! It was as if Susan had just stolen her last 50 kopecs. Susan tried again shrugging her shoulders, "Nyum, nyum!" and pointing as if asking where? The girl gave a fugitive glance and stole off looking at us as if we were theives. As Susan turned to me she burst out laughing, nyum, nyum means "I want to eat that"- hence the girl though Susan was asking for her bread!