"I'd rather eat sheep back thanks"

I realize that it has been a while since I blogged, and Tsagaan Sar has come and gone….and well its Mongolia’s biggest holiday so I should write about it…….however, Sarah has the pictures, and really I need to pictures to convey the entirety of what my Lunar New Year holiday was like.

So with that in mind, please be patient (or check out my site mates Jim and Julie’s blog: http://moultonsinmongolia.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-friend-sarantuyas-family.html ) and I feel I must discuss a most disturbing discovery about Mongolians.

Now every culture has its peculiarities, Mongolian included. At times they have an over fondness for glitter and vodka. At times they have an inexplicable disgust for veggies and the Chinese. All this and more, yet it is part of what makes Mongolians the culture of people I have grown to know and love. However, I have just learned a fact about Mongolians that is simply unforgivable (parents you may want to hide your children for this one)…

THEY DON’T LIKE POP-TARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Due to a most awesome package sent to me by my Grandparents, I once again was able to rediscover the glory that is a Kellogg Pop-Tart. In pursuing the 2 goal of Peace Corps (to spread American culture) I decided to share this glory with some Mongolian friends…only to discover that not only did they not like the processed pastry goodness, but as the one said, “If I eat this I will throw up.” I informed him we could no longer be friends, and well I doubt he realizes I was serious.

When my friends left I went into a corner, cradling the remaining Pop-Tarts and cooing to them that “don’t worry my little friends, everything will be all right, Cassandra still loves you!” Then I broke down and cried like a baby fresh from the womb. But then the light at the end of the tunnel (or at the head of the cave as the saying goes in Mongolian) appeared. I would no longer feel obligated to share my Pop-Tarts with the unappreciative! I could, in time, consume all 8 of the beauties myself! I cackled in palletorical delight and hid the box behind my books (another glorious part of the package G&G sent!).

On the upside, its getting warmer! In the -10s C!!!! This means that not only can I stop wearing long johns, but that I can also go outside and not risk frostbite of the face!!! This in turn means that I can escape the solitude and sub sequential cabin fever solitary apartment life has instilled in me!!! And this in turn means I will probably stop talking to Pop-Tarts….maybe….