Raining

It has been raining here for several days and that makes for chilly days. Our next door neighbor, the mother of my little students, brought us an electric heater that looks like a fan. It even rotates. Quite interesting and efficient. I don't think I have seen anything like it in the states.
    We have been showered with kindness since coming. I have been brought pumpkin soup, rice soup, fried seaweed, potato pancakes, some kind of Korean sushi-type little rolls, and French fries, which by-the-way were superb and one of the best things we've had since arriving. A runner up in the food category are the homemade wheat rolls brought to us by one of the MCM doctors. His maid makes them and they are big, soft, and yeasty, with just the right amount of rye seed in them. Don and I could not resist and sat right down and ate one. Most of the bread here is quite dry and part of that may be due to the altitude and baking without making allowances for the 8,000 feet we live in. At least our two high-altitude cookbooks talk a lot about baking, especially bread, and the adjustments that must be made.

-- Barb