“Get to the kitchen!” — My mother-in-law decided I was a servant in my own apartment. I had to remind the guests whose home this actually was.
“Get to the kitchen!” — My mother-in-law decided I was the servant in my own apartment. I had to remind the guests who the home actually belonged to “Polina! Who serves meat like that? That looks like dog food, not proper portions!” Tamara Ilyinichna grabbed the serving tongs and decisively swept my carefully arranged French-style … Read more