06.29.2009 - 06.29.2009
It was much more than just PB&J; there was PB&B, PB&A, PB&N, PBN&A, to name a few. (Peanut butter & banana, peanut butter and apples, peanut butter and Nutella, and peanut butter Nutella and apples, for those who don't catch my drift.)
The shindig was at Talene and Elizabeth's cozy apartment. Here's the gang showing off the goods and proving that Armenia does in fact have PB. (One of them is local. For the record, the Skippy was smuggled into the country from the US.)
Liz, PB&J lover and gracious host, made custom sandwiches to order. No request was too weird for her. You want PB, sunflower seeds, apricots, and honey? You got it! By the way, that sink and cupboards in the picture? That's their entire kitchen.
Liz has also developed quite the taste for Eastern surj (coffee), the official drink of Armenia. Two things Armenians love: coffee and ice cream. Ice cream vendors are on every block! Ashtarak brand is definitely the best. But back to coffee. My parents drink at least two cups of the stuff everyday, so I've had thousands of opportunities to try it but for some reason I never thought I'd like it. While here, I was a guest at someone's house who brought me surj without asking. Too shy to refuse it, I began sipping it and to my surprise, I really liked it! I love that I had to come to Armenia to appreciate the surj. Armenians typically drink some after dinner. Here's our post-PB&J surj.
The happy PB&J gang. Interesting tidbit: that building outside the window is the KGB building. I'm pretty sure we were being watched.