The Time I Had Breakfast with Cowboys

My friend recently taught me a game called “one time”. Each person starts a sentence with the words “one time” and continues to describe an odd, funny or outrageous thing he’s done. One time I had breakfast with cowboys. I bet my “one time” beats all the other “one times” pretty bad. How can anything…

Becoming Texan: Learning to Dance Two-Step

Wearing a cowboy hat makes me feel like I am going to a costume party. I have worn all kinds of hats before, but cowboy hat in particular feels like a strange object on my head. Since I set out to become a true Texan, I better get used to it. The hat wouldn’t bother…

How I Spent $17 to Watch 2 hours of Coca-Cola Advertisement

I paid $17 to watch 2 hours of Coca-Cola advertisement, then I went home and, apparently, inspired, made a video and wrote a post about Coca-Cola myself (read: created advertisement) absolutely free of charge. Now that I write it down, it does sound crazy, but visiting World of Coca-Cola in Atlanta was too tempting to…

Cooking in Sri Lanka: the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

All windows and doors open, my kitchen should have at least a slight breeze to let me have a breath of fresh air, instead it feels like I am slowly roasting in hell, my face red, sweat accumulating on my forehead and running down my spine. There’s no air conditioning in my kitchen – hence…

Russian Sweets Beloved by Tsars and My Mom

This post wouldn’t be written if it wasn’t for my mother’s big love of marshmallows. No cookies, chocolates, cakes or pies can compare to marshmallows in my mom’s Universe. She only wishes other people could understand and share her love. So when it comes to sending Russian sweets to beloved daughter who lives across the ocean…