Dumplings

Larisa taught me to make a type of dumplings unique to her village. Since I'm having trouble grasping names of things, I'm not going to tell you either one but just say that this experience further reinforces my belief that Georgians live almost entirely on dough, cheese, fruit and wine. I am not complaining but I think soon my digestive system may be.

Larisa's were beautiful and delicious. Sadly, the ones I made popped open in the boiling water and leaked cheese. They were still good, though.

(Pardon the sweatpants. Also, we were laughing throughout the process but especially the taking of this picture when her husband Vakthang climbed on the windowsill to get the right shot.)