Argentina

Our next door neighbors are really great. A little overbearing at times, but genuinely caring and wonderful people. They will be named Argentina from here on out.

So the other night, we are sitting watching tv and it is 10:00 pm. And our phone rings, and it is Mrs. Argentina. Now, we cant exactly pretend like we aren't here as they can see that we are in the living room - they are right next door.

So my husband answers, and Mrs. Argentina tells him to come over, she has cooked him something. And to bring a towel because it is hot.

He walks back in our door (that surprisingly didn't get locked.....) and is carrying a GIANT stock pot, full of delicious sauerkraut and sausage.

Apparently, he told son of Argentina when he was over there doing something last week that he liked it. He must have smelled it cooking or something.

This was an extremely generous offer. and it tasted really really good, like my Babcia makes.

But the thing that was really funny to me was that it was steaming hot at 10 o'clock at night.