When I arrived, I thought I was blessed with good fortune: my host-brother is a picky eater and won’t eat most meat. As a result, I have yet to see my host-mom cook any meat in the house and it’s never been an awkward point at the table. Unfortunately, he’s also a picky eater about most other things.
But, because of the combination of my host-brother’s preferences, his mom’s Russian background, the beginning of the growing season, and the high cost of imports, I have not had any fruit since I got here and few vegetables. Meals here have tons of carbs (bread, rice, lavash, cake, and potatoes) and always cheese but not much else. I bought orange juice but that adds even more carbs to the equation. Armenia is supposed to have amazing fruits, but I’ll have to wait until those local fruits get into the markets (at least the markets I know where to shop).
I also have yet to go running, but I think I’ll correct that issue this morning.