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Musings on mamahood, international adoption, marriage, knitting, movies, and anything else that strikes my fancy, wherever that is.
The backyard and garden where Buttons played with C & J's grandchildren. (I'm hoping to get permission to put their pictures on here as well.) Many good times were spent over a cup of coffee or a beer (or two) chatting with C & J about Belgium, the U.S., parenting, gardens, politics, religion and food, of course. We even helped plant a few of the flowers and hung our laundry out there on occasion. Yes, we lived in their backyard.
Just beyond the backyard is farmland that holds many surprises, like hot air balloons and the braying of horses so close I thought they were going to sit down for dinner with us. There are sounds of birds, the glimmer of leaves blowing in the wind and the smell of the cows. (Buttons took to saying the cows were "ripe" after I told her that once.)
Pictured here tending the garden, J gave us thoughts on places to visit, provided maps to get us there and offered a new Belgian beer for us to try quite often.
There will indeed be a post about Russia, but we're getting ready to go to Germany with our hosts and friends C & J. So, in the meantime, please enjoy a picture of a vending machine we found in the Brussels airport on our way to Russia (click on the pic for a larger view). Hubby of course made the comment that titles this post. Just in case you aren't familiar there is a famous statue in Brussels that looks like this. I love the humor of the Manneke pis, but I don't want his stuff in my Coke.
Next, add two of the Maggi Bouillons "Groenten Met Kruiden" (vegetables with herbs), which I am almost positive you can't get in the U.S. (durn). Warm it up and then add some Creme Fraiche/Verse Room until it's as creamy as you desire.