MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 yes POnchik em uzzum yev Korjik HIma em uzzummm Kakavoyovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 (edited) lav ehh Mos yesel tsirki perashki em uzum, garejurov! Edited February 16, 2006 by Edward Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Takoush Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 lav ehh Mos yesel tsirki perashki em uzum, garejurov! Ed; just for curiousity's sake, 'inche....tsirki perashki'n'? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 Ed; just for curiousity's sake, 'inche....tsirki perashki'n'? msov karkandak. sa el asem vor el chhartsnes, tsirk nshanakume Krkes, CIRCUS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arpa Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 (edited) msov karkandak. sa el asem vor el chhartsnes, tsirk nshanakume Krkes, CIRCUS I hope by that you don't mean that goddam Arabic "lahm(fu*k)joun "msahats" .i.e Armenian (Meat) Pizza". * Lahm-a-jun" is Arabic to mean "meat and dough/mis ev khmor/Msahats". Edited February 16, 2006 by Arpa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 chhaskatsa ay mart, es lahmajune inch kap uner yerevani krkesi koxqin gtnvox msov karkandaki het? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harut Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 el inch eq uzum? temurnots? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azat Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 chhaskatsa ay mart, es lahmajune inch kap uner yerevani krkesi koxqin gtnvox msov karkandaki het? terkusnel shat vat msov petka patrastes vor lav hamov lini Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 I hope by that you don't mean that goddam Arabic "lahm(fu*k)joun "msahats" .i.e Armenian (Meat) Pizza". * Lahm-a-jun" is Arabic to mean "meat and dough/mis ev khmor/Msahats". No Arpa it's not LAhMujuni Al Arabiya it's Peroshki Ala Armenica And IN Armenian it's Msov KArkandak Ingredients: * 3 loaves frozen bread dough, thawed * 3 med. onions, chopped * 100mg of Choped MAghdanos * 1 1/2 lbs. ground beef + ( Pork + all that other staff ) some even add pork Fatt / off high in fat pork meet * Salt & pepper to taste Instructions: Brown beef and onion in heavy skillet in a small amount of oil. salt and pepper add teh Onions & then after 5 or 7 minutes Maghdanos Steam until Onions are tender and lightly brown then mix the beef and teh onion mix let cool Roll dough 1/4" thick and cut in 2 1/2" squares. Place 2 heaping tablespoons of mixture on top of square in the center. Place another square on top, pinch the side together. Brush on a little butter. Put into greased pan. Let rise 15 to 20 minutes. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes, until brown. now that it's ready - take 2-ts salt and 2-ts read pepper mix them up GOOOOD and on the Perashki Anush lIni http://www.sgblog.com/a2e/mt/archives/SSCN7782.JPG Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 and it's russian Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 el inch eq uzum? temurnots? voch Hatsatun inchpes MInimum ( tsaxkadzor ) - kam el Aragatsi verev@ en V@rani tak dzuneri mej XASH Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 el inch eq uzum? temurnots? voch Hatsatun inchpes MInimum ( tsaxkadzor ) - kam el Aragatsi verev@ en V@rani tak dzuneri mej XASH Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anoushik Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 HIma em uzzummm Kakavoyovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Aww... how cute! Big baby Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yervant1 Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 voch Hatsatun inchpes MInimum ( tsaxkadzor ) - kam el Aragatsi verev@ en V@rani tak dzuneri mej XASH Hi, Arpa I think it is MSASHOT not MSAHATS. But then who knows? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Takoush Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 kez msov karkandak. sa el asem vor el chhartsnes, tsirk nshanakume Krkes, CIRCUS Ed yev Movses; hamov pan me gereva gor...mmmmmmmm......yes al inkezinkis esi aysor diet esgesim enel vor 10-15 pound ichnem, himag al anang axorjages patsiq vor....I am drooling over Msov Karkandakin vera yev gam al Peroshkiin vera! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MosJan Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 ban mnal chem gerrel ter iysor el Hingshabty e Satanen asuma gna tes et Sushi Joint@ inchpesa, der ka chka Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Takoush Posted February 16, 2006 Report Share Posted February 16, 2006 (edited) msov karkandak. sa el asem vor el chhartsnes Yete zis chbadasxaneyir arachin ankamoun yes gergin kez chbidi hartseneyi. Edited February 16, 2006 by Anahid Takouhi Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vika182 Posted February 17, 2006 Report Share Posted February 17, 2006 Guys, I went back to Armenia this summer and somehow, everyone knew how much I missed Armenian food. I was greeted with tons of food and Jermuk and even after having no sleep for about 40 hours, I ate, and ate and ate. Every trip had a detour to a ponchik shop, a peroshki shop, a lahmaju shop.The food never stopped. My family had been the the us and remembered how tasteless the food was here. Anyway to everyone who is afraid to go back, I came to the Us with a child's idealized version of her childhood. All i remembered was wonderful, forget the lack of heat, no electricity, no water. What did I remember except not needing to practice my violin, hugging my dad for warmth, I remembered all good and no bad. The only bad I remember was hating the russian girls in school!!! hehe. Anyway after going back as an adult at 21, sure there was some bad, but most was incredible, even better than I had remembered. The lights in Yerevan at night, the Cafe's, the life on the streets, it makes you cry, especially if you left during the bad years becuase youre so thrilled to see things lit up, to see 24 hour electricity, and of course, to see the unchanged hospitality and friendliness fo the Armenian people. And yes, I still got excited eveytime they'd turn on the water for 2 hours. some things never change. Everyone should go, it will honestly make you love life again. Anyway, here's some pictures I took in Armenia, enjoy. http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/klrqueen17/a...m/ph//my_photos And lets post some more memories. Heres another one from me. I was 4 or 5 and I wanted to prove that I would swim so my mom and I went to the pools in Shaumian park. SO I put on a camera, except instead of putting it under my arms, I put it around my waist and under my butt. Nedless to say it flipped me over and held me underground...and Ialmost drowned! Well some chivalrous Armenian boys came to rescue me yelling "Kyorpen khortakvum a." In like 2 feet of water I almost lost my life... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gevo Posted February 17, 2006 Report Share Posted February 17, 2006 Vika, my thoughts exactly, and coincedentaly, i was also 21 when i went last summer. The only thing i saw different is the general hospitality, I found a huge black hole kind of lack of it... Great pictures Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gexo Posted April 22, 2006 Report Share Posted April 22, 2006 Okay one more...(Is this the first time I said that in the last 2 minutes. ) Who remembers the sun flower seed vendors and the wood cups that would be half carved so to pour only a partial amount of sunflowers. It was 5 kopek for the small "koulok" and 10 for the large. But they were great on a hot summer night. Just fill your pockets and spit on the street while walking to grandmas on Mashdots street. (I know it sounds so bad, would never catch me do those things now) Yeah i remember, i miss it so much, although i had a great life their but it was just something missing, i cant wait to go back their again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vanetsi Posted April 22, 2006 Report Share Posted April 22, 2006 I can't wait to go for the first time soon. Welcome to the forum Gexo! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gexo Posted April 22, 2006 Report Share Posted April 22, 2006 Guys, I went back to Armenia this summer and somehow, everyone knew how much I missed Armenian food. I was greeted with tons of food and Jermuk and even after having no sleep for about 40 hours, I ate, and ate and ate. Every trip had a detour to a ponchik shop, a peroshki shop, a lahmaju shop.The food never stopped. My family had been the the us and remembered how tasteless the food was here. Anyway to everyone who is afraid to go back, I came to the Us with a child's idealized version of her childhood. All i remembered was wonderful, forget the lack of heat, no electricity, no water. What did I remember except not needing to practice my violin, hugging my dad for warmth, I remembered all good and no bad. The only bad I remember was hating the russian girls in school!!! hehe. Anyway after going back as an adult at 21, sure there was some bad, but most was incredible, even better than I had remembered. The lights in Yerevan at night, the Cafe's, the life on the streets, it makes you cry, especially if you left during the bad years becuase youre so thrilled to see things lit up, to see 24 hour electricity, and of course, to see the unchanged hospitality and friendliness fo the Armenian people. And yes, I still got excited eveytime they'd turn on the water for 2 hours. some things never change. Everyone should go, it will honestly make you love life again. Anyway, here's some pictures I took in Armenia, enjoy. http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/klrqueen17/a...m/ph//my_photos And lets post some more memories. Heres another one from me. I was 4 or 5 and I wanted to prove that I would swim so my mom and I went to the pools in Shaumian park. SO I put on a camera, except instead of putting it under my arms, I put it around my waist and under my butt. Nedless to say it flipped me over and held me underground...and Ialmost drowned! Well some chivalrous Armenian boys came to rescue me yelling "Kyorpen khortakvum a." In like 2 feet of water I almost lost my life... great pictures! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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ALMA Posted May 20, 2007 Report Share Posted May 20, 2007 This thread was inspired by Anons and Azatik's photos. Memories of you erupt in the sweetness of the luscious strawberries from the little shop on the corner of Abovyan street where I lived. The sweetness of the chocolate ice cream at the cafe outside my window, where the water from the fountain tasted better than juice. Where the the laughter of the kids playing hide and seek and the sounds of the heels against the asphalt sounded better than music. The days where the entire class would get in trouble for skipping the class to go to the park and indulge in freshly baked xachapuris fused with soft and warm cheese. The day that I got punished for disobeying my mother and diving into the backyard pool with tons of other kids from the neighborhood, I am sure that many felt the urge to let go, but the fun I had was worth the hour spent in the corner. The days when my grandmother used to spoil us rotten by taking us to “Detski Mir” (Kid's World) to buy us our desired toy and then going to kino Moskva to watch an American movie. Unlike my mother, Grandma would never cover my eyes when the risque scenes used to appear on the big screen. We used to take a long walk to my Grandmas house where she would prolong our holiday with our favorite Roasted chicken and tea from “Samovar”. After dinner we would engage in a competitive card game and my fortune would be told by her neighbor across the street. Apparently I always had some “bear” in my cup which sometimes meant that some boy would capture my heart and some days that someone has an “achk” (eye) on me. Then we would really break the rules and I would stay up until the morning hours and yes it felt sweet to brake the rules. Sevan was the place where we would have our picnics with 100 friends and family members. Diving into the freezing water of sevan only to return to the captivating smells of khorovats wrapped in moist pieces of lavash. And who can forget the charcoaled potatoes which my mother insisted on cleaning for us, although the point was that one has to eat the skin as well. Memories of window watching where the rest of the neighborhood used to do the same and you would end up waving to each other to celebrate yet another day of meeting each other by our windows. Those long goodbyes in the living room, in the hallway, in the hallway of the building, outside in the backyard and a rain of kisses which left ones cheeks hollow. The memories of tut picking and clothes with stains so saturated that the only choice left was to throw them into bleach and wear them at home, the tongue purple and belly full from the sugary taste of tut. Memories of the fresh fallen snow and the brisk wind of the fall. The memories of the young men squatting on the streets whistling at every skirt passing by. My naughty ways of avoiding my dinner by throwing it out of the window ending up with a victim screaming on top of his lungs with mashed potatoes making their way down his shirt. The memories of the watermelon and cheese on a hot summer afternoon. Singing fountains interchanging the bright colors in May. The sound of a guitar echoing from our smoky living room. The memories of the piano my mother used to play when there was no electricity. The joy of having light and hot water, was a celebration worth popping a bottle of champagne only to have it shut down in an hour. The joy of smelling the mountain air and the shuffling through the garment of golden and orange leaves adorning the pavement of the streets. Memories of you...Hayastan. You have written it so beautifully, describing everything in details making one's heart melt by just remembering similar experiences. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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