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Mack Snack
Aug. 31st, 2011 09:47 pmMackie is well aware of his Ukrainian heritage and wanted a Ukrainian snack: raw garlic and salt.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
I crushed two cloves of garlic and peeled them, then poured out a small dish of salt. I also buttered some home-made bread while Maksim poured himself a big glass of lemonade. (The traditional accompaniment is brown bread, fresh-on-skin pig fat, and vodka, but one makes do with what one has.)
Mackie dipped a clove of garlic in the salt, paused for effect, and bit into it.
And liked it. He alternated bites with long drinks of lemonade, but he ate it all. Then he dove into the bread.
Vampires won't touch him tonight.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
I crushed two cloves of garlic and peeled them, then poured out a small dish of salt. I also buttered some home-made bread while Maksim poured himself a big glass of lemonade. (The traditional accompaniment is brown bread, fresh-on-skin pig fat, and vodka, but one makes do with what one has.)
Mackie dipped a clove of garlic in the salt, paused for effect, and bit into it.
And liked it. He alternated bites with long drinks of lemonade, but he ate it all. Then he dove into the bread.
Vampires won't touch him tonight.
