On Sunday, Shawn and I realized that we had forgotten to pick up any American cheese at the commissary for the burgers that we were going to grill that night. Since the commissary is not open on Sunday, we were forced to rely on our local market, or else go cheese-less. Luckily, we found this:
For those of you that don’t read Cyrillic, the name of the cheese is “Cheeseburger.” And I was the crazy American giggling in the dairy aisle of the grocery store.
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August 13, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Cheryl
Wow! All the luxuries of home — not really!!!!!
August 13, 2008 at 3:50 pm
madalyn
I wish I could have heard the crazy American giggling!
August 14, 2008 at 6:52 pm
Dan
Now you find cheese that I could have eaten. I bet they have Jif extra crunchy peanut butter too!