For the first time, Gareth is willing to try more than one new food at a sitting, as long as it's food that people eat in Belarus. What's this weird bread with seeds in it? Rye bread, because wheat doesn't like the cold, damp climate in Belarus. What is kasha made of? Why is the soup pink? But he'll try it, and likes most of it, because of a pretty flag.
I wonder how far I could carry this if I had a better poker face. Pad Thai? Sushi? Vindaloo? Biltong?
As far as I can tell from the internet recipes I've poked at, Belarusians like their borscht beefy and chunky, but Gareth found the vegetable chunks off-putting. So we had a taste test: one serving dish of chunky borscht, and one serving dish of the same borscht, pureed. Any of you who know my Starbucks habits will be unsurprised that we called the pureed one a borschtaccino. Next time, we'll serve it cool enough to slurp through a straw, and the kids will probably be willing to try more than a couple of spoonfuls.
In completely unrelated news, I have a post up at Black Gate about the weird teaching and writing expenses that the IRS is quite happy for me to deduct.
Happy Tax Weekend, everybody! Just think, your tax dollars are helping the CIA teach my kid to eat vegetables.