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August 24, 2005
Hot on the trail of...dill
So I'm going out with this amazing Boy, right? And he's, like, so amazing that I'll brave this dumb, dried-up swamp in New Jersey because he wants to see birds and turtles, when we only really end up seeing the Great American Chigger. (Great: "Itching may persist for up to two weeks".) I'll sit through three games of Mancala, one each of War and Spit, and three of Uno with his eleven-year-old sister, followed by an insanely multinational meal (sushi, borsch and BBQ, anyone?) eaten in between my pretending to speak and understand Russian.
Ok, the point I am getting to in a roundabout but pleasurable-to-me way is that this knee-tremblingly amazing, Americanised Boy whom I am seeing has the nose of a Russian culinary bloodhound. "What did you have for dinner?" he asks, his face close to mine.
"Hm?"
"Did it have dill in it?"
"I had cold soba and gazpacho... There was a tiny bit of dill in the gazpacho, I guess."
"I smelled it."
"But I brushed my teeth."
"I smelled it on this part" - he points to the left-hand side of the skin above my lip.
Did you see what I did there? Under the guise of writing about the Russian sixth sense for the essentially faint herb that is dill, what I actually did was make an announcement to the effect of, "There is this handsome and tremendous Boy who has been known to kiss me, and it is just about relevant to this blog because he is from Russia."
Oh!
Posted by michele at August 24, 2005 1:04 AM
Comments
what a sweet story. why did you need this penultimate paragraph? it realy spoils the sweetness.
Posted by: femistofel at August 25, 2005 5:02 PM
Because I'm embarrassed about my silly declaration.
Posted by: Michele at August 25, 2005 6:57 PM