For some reason, I'm suffering from heartburn today. Tom and I had Johnsonville brats from the commissary this afternoon, and they were delicious. So what if they gave me heartburn?! (By the way, I feel really old now that I suffer from this occasionally.)
Before I left for Kyiv, I went to a lot of dinners with people and they always said the same thing, "You pick; you're leaving. What will you miss when you're in Ukraine? Let's go there for dinner." It's nice to have such considerate friends. I wish that I could have appreciated those meals then like I would today, but it's hard to do. You never really seem to be able to appreciate something until you haven't had it for awhile. Don't get me wrong, Ukrainian food is delicious. It's just different and sometimes it's nice to not have different. Sometimes it's nice to have Johnsonville brats.
I do recognize that we are very lucky here. There are pizza places; there are sushi places; there are even steak places (if you want to pay $100+ for a mediocre piece of cow) here in Kyiv. Lots of other USAID posts wouldn't have such a variety. Some don't even have commissaries (where you can get a Dr. Pepper, taco shells, Doritos, and Betty Crocker cake mixes)! We'll enjoy it while we're here, but we'll also enjoy all of those US eateries whenever we get the chance to be back state-side.
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