Kazan — summer 2014

I got some reading in today, sitting on the main square of Plovdiv and muching down on горско филе, which the menu translated into English as “woody chicken,” a fairly nasty sounding dish. They meant the style of chicken you might make in the woods, i.e., using mushrooms you gathered in the woods, so I would probably have translated it as “mushroom chicken” or “forest chicken”. For dessert I had домашна торта “home-made cake,” which was a layered concoction of thin white and chocolate cake layers interspersed with some vanilla creme and a layer of mandarine oranges with ground nuts sprinkled on top. Odd combo, but very tasty.

But dammit I forgot to photograph again...