My 500th Post Also Happens to Be An Addendum

Yes, ladies and gentlemen...this is my 500th post. It's hard to believe it's been just over 2 years that I've been writing this blog.

And that some people have been reading it all along. To them I say "Thank you".

In fact, I say "Thank you" to each and everyone of you who takes the time to read my randomness, whether it be once in a while or devoutly. Regardless...I appreciate it. I would especially like to give a huge shout out to all my fans who apparently live in Russia...do you I say,

 "спасибо".

(I am really hoping I didn't put something profane in my post...Google told me it means "Thank you" in Russian...and I have NEVER known Google to lie.)

I would appreciate all of your visits (not so much from Russia but elsewhere) more if you took the time to comment so I know what you are thinking...but for now I'll simply accept that you're reading it. 

Mostly because I am fully-aware that my posts sometimes do not include full details or a complete ending.

Or may necessitate an addendum because I simply did not complete my diatribe (look at me...I got the right word today) from the previous day.

And with that comment, I shall seamlessly transition right into my reason for today's post: an addendum to yesterday.

Yes, yesterday's post prattled on and on, but there were words left untyped, photos unintentionally omitted, and I felt as though I must rectify the situation.

To begin with, I realized this morning (why? I'll never know...sometimes things pop in my head randomly...surely this is not a surprise to you, is it?) that I had completely neglected to include my photos of the meat pies.

I did go back in and add them, but just in case you are not feeling up to all the trouble of clicking on the link above, I shall include them here as well:

So now that my mouth is watering, I shall move on.

I did want to also address why I believe my neighbor's visitors only know two words in English...it's partially due to the conversation in which I took over the loaf of bread.

It is also due to the fact that if we see the two of them (did I tell you that it's a man and woman who are visitors? I don't think I did, which is why I am telling you now) out walking the twins in their little tandem stroller...

OK, I have to stop for a moment and talk about those twins. They are, hands-down, some of the C.U.T.E.S.T. little twins I have ever seen. Oh...I just want to pinch their cute little chubby fraternal-twin cheeks.

Thus far I have refrained b/c that MIGHT be crossing some sort of cultural line of which I am unaware.

But also because they stare at me with these big, beautiful brown eyes that are always questioning, "What is up with that woman?"

I didn't know I was clairvoyant until I met them, but trust me...it's true. I know that's what they are asking.

To be fair, they are not the first to think it, so it may be a fairly-substantiated question.

And yes, since you are undoubtedly wondering, I DO know their names...but I can never remember which one is which so it really doesn't help me much, now does it?

Anyway...the visitors walking the twins...are you back with me? 

So here's the other reason I think "Hello" and "Thank you!" are all the English they may know: because when we see them outside, they wave and call out, "Hello! Thank you! Hello! Thank you!"

Now that was some of my finest zucchini bread work, to elicit such a response, right? Days later and they are STILL thanking me?

Just to be clear...I am not mocking his English in any way. Because how many words do I know in Chinese? Only ones which relate to food. 

And even then, those are kind of sketchy...because do you HONESTLY think "General Tso's Chicken" is a dish in China? (Actually, I know for a fact that it and most of the foods we Americans eat which are labeled "Chinese" are nothing close to authentic Chinese)...but playing devil's advocate...if it WAS a legitimate Chinese dish, would is be called "General Tso's Chicken"? What about eggroll? Egg Drop Soup? Shall I go on? I think I've made my point: I know zippo Chinese.

None. Nada. Zilch.

Mostly what I am trying to say is that even though our language barriers are severe, they are the ones making an attempt...they are two words up on me.

I think I'll just keep on sending over food...it's the international language, right? Do you think they would like a pound cake?

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