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sourcream

Today I'm making a chicken dish in the crockpot with sourcream. It's actually quite amazing that this is happening. I would never normally have sourcream here because first of all I'd have to make a 30 min trip (not including the prep time to get the bus or taxi) to METRO in HanKou and secondly I'd have to spend a large sum of money for a gigantic tub of sourcream that wouldn't even fit in my little fridge and on top of that Phil doesn't even like sourcream (poor fellow). So how did I get this wonderful gift? The office bought a big tub for a party and they sold the leftovers. So, I'm making something like chicken stroganoff. For those concerned about what Phil will think, he'll like it because it's mixed in the dish.

There's a stray dog that's been living on our floor (12th floor apartment) outside of the elevators. She showed up a few days ago. She either walked the 12 flights of stairs or rode the elevator. She's little, black and white, and not really very cute but I like her. This morning she decided to ride down on the elevator with me and Maddie. She then decided to take a walk with us and then she came back home with us. She even came in the apartment, rolled around and tried to get Phil to play with her. Phil didn't want to touch her. Stray dogs are always kinda gross but in China it's multiplied. So last I saw she was laying outside in the hallway. I called one of our friends that already has a dog to see if she wanted another. She doesn't. Supposedly, a group of ladies that have little dogs meets around 4:30 or 5pm everyday outside here at the complex. I think I'll go down there today with dog and see if they recognize her. She seems pretty well taken care of and so I think she must just be lost.

Well, that's life here...sourcream and stray dogs.

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