Comments on: Black Bread http://yumblog.co.uk/archives/80 ... it's all about food, and drink, but mainly food. Thu, 26 Aug 2010 21:52:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Daisy http://yumblog.co.uk/archives/80/comment-page-1#comment-258 Daisy Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:56:12 +0000 http://yumblog.co.uk/archives/80#comment-258 Well Tinochka, Daisochka here, in those halcyon days of early 93 when we lived but a hop and a skip from the bread shop I do really actually remember seeing the babs following the van as it rumbled along the path to the shop. You were probably eating cheese in Moscow - at me - or perhaps you were laughing at the latest edition of Private Eye that somehow managed to come through our letterbox at a reasonably regular rate. Hell I don't know. I just remember saying, 'when we come back to England we'll never remember just how profoundly bored we were'. Well Tinochka, Daisochka here, in those halcyon days of early 93 when we lived but a hop and a skip from the bread shop I do really actually remember seeing the babs following the van as it rumbled along the path to the shop. You were probably eating cheese in Moscow – at me – or perhaps you were laughing at the latest edition of Private Eye that somehow managed to come through our letterbox at a reasonably regular rate. Hell I don’t know. I just remember saying, ‘when we come back to England we’ll never remember just how profoundly bored we were’.

]]> By: Teeenzzz http://yumblog.co.uk/archives/80/comment-page-1#comment-244 Teeenzzz Sun, 09 Mar 2008 13:46:09 +0000 http://yumblog.co.uk/archives/80#comment-244 Ah yes, the throng behind the Minsky bread van! The languor of youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the delights, the despair, the trips to a rather gloomy boolochnaya near one’s place of learning! I too remember the wide streets that were creamy with meadowsweet and filled with the smell of fresh, warm supplies of dense black bread arriving to the general gay hoorah of the babooshkas and friendly off-duty ball-bearing factory workers. Erm…actually what a load of nonsense. I remember no such thing. What on earth are you on about? Ah yes, the throng behind the Minsky bread van! The languor of youth – how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the delights, the despair, the trips to a rather gloomy boolochnaya near one’s place of learning! I too remember the wide streets that were creamy with meadowsweet and filled with the smell of fresh, warm supplies of dense black bread arriving to the general gay hoorah of the babooshkas and friendly off-duty ball-bearing factory workers.

Erm…actually what a load of nonsense. I remember no such thing. What on earth are you on about?

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