Pyramids and Pita Heads

We went to see the pyramids.

The pyramids are big. Here we are for scale.

We were not so good at the cheesy shots that you're supposed to take. But here is me lifting a large rock, I think.

The camels posed for us as well. We learned that they have weird knees.

We don't look as meltingly hot as we felt.

This is the sphynx, except that in real life sphynxes are supposed to have sphynx noses.

The Egyptian wonders are still being restored.

The best view was from our hotel. We found that Egyptian beer went well with this.

Now let's take an interlude to talk about pita bread, look how fluffy!

It is carried on your head. I think it's something that you need to learn young.

This woman appears to be carrying manequins standing on her head box, but that's just trick photography.

This woman, however, is carrying an unsecured plastic bag on her heard. There is no logical reason this shouldn't fall everywhere.

But this guy is a clear champion. Crazy traffic, bicycle, and unsecured pita, amazing!

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The Freshies You Ever Ate

The ice queen of Singapore has discovered chutoro fatty tuna now available in a piping bag, so if you need cake decorating ideas...

We went to the Japanese mall to watch the tofu wasabi-soysauce weddings!

The $14 peaches and the $118 grape bunches came to watch as well. We've tried the $20 grape bunches, and they taste like wine dreams, so we can only imagine.

But today we stuck to udon.

Also at the Japanese mall, I found out that the Radwimps are coming to town.

And I read about the latest in slimming treatments. This mummification evidentaly scares the crap out of you, so you leave thinner. Geesh!

Unlike mummification/beautifaction, the Japanese find nose hair to be gosso! I'm concerned about the safety of wax-yankery that Mark and Alex got us, so I'll try it on Barry first.

Now that we're all freaked out, let's reflect on how homes are about stray birds. Who knew?

Although the Japanese mall is my favourite, it still makes me feel like this.

But luckily, I saw this "Duck in a bag" truck on the way home, slogan: "The freshies you ever ate"!

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Your brain has a flying seahorse!

Looking for household appliances? There are new brands emerging in Asia that you might not have heard of yet. I think you'd remember if you had.

Anyway, I just got back from visiting my sister and family, who are serious about watering their lawn.

She lives in the land of perogies and summer sausage, both of which I enjoyed.

Summer sausage originates from the Mennonite community: Anabaptists similar to, yet somehow less famous than, the Amish. For more splaining, read this.

We discussed the latest trends from Asian beauty magazines. It turns out that the meaning of life is putting sunscreen on indoors to avoid the hideous effects of rogue sunrays.

Once you've achieved supreme D-deficient palour, you can judge men by their face shapes to determine their matability. (I think this is called Eugenics...).

Naturally, I brought everyone the latest in Asian treats.

We learned some good vocabulary.

And, in our anglophone self-righteousness, we found this animal to be hilarious. However, it turns out there IS a seahorse in our brains! The hippocampus (aka reptilian sub-brain) is named after the mythological flying seahorse! Let us teach the children!

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Powders, Trees, Ramsoms, and Salty Licorice

Let's start with beet powder: whenever you food needs a smackdown of class, sprinkle elegantly and damn - elk tartare beauty!

A big reason we went to Finland and Estonia was because they are food havens. Above, local mushroom soup, which looks like dirty water. Below - so much salmon!

We got to try local flavors, like spruce. I'm concerned that Canadians are missing a huge evergreen culinary opportunity, having now learnt you can eat trees. We also learned about ramsoms, shown below with scallop and celery, which are fun to say and eat.

Here, steaming spruce flavours to excite Barry's palate.

Despite Barry's glee, we did not eat here, so we still don't know what Estonian Eurasian cuisine is.

I like to try dishes that I could never ever make at home. This one is called: Tomato.

While we add maple syrup to our cocktails at home, naturally, the Finns and Estonians use salmiaki, so salty licorice, a taste I finally developed once finding it in booze.

We were less sure about the naming convention of the local chocolate bar and its connotations.

At Noa, in Tallinn, we had one of the top 5 meals of our lives. They invite you to meet the chefs and see the confusing preparation of this fire-oil cooked beef bundle.

In Finland, the default assumption is that the bill will be split, because their society is more advanced. In respect for this, we took a "Man behind the Woman" shot.

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