Hadji Murad

I just finished Hadji Murad, by Tolstoy. This is the first anything I've finished by Tolstoy; currently I'm also reading Anna Karenina, and have made attempts to read The Death of Ivan Illyitch and The Kingdom of God Is Within You, but have never finished either for whatever reason.

Anyway, it was a very short and enjoyable read, and you can tell he put alot of research into the book. What is interesting is that very often he speaks about the various people of the Caucaus in a much more noble light than the Russians, who are often rude or caught up in the various issues of Russian aristocracy (which was essentially acting like they were French). It is sad as well, and I can't help but wonder whatever happened to Murad's family.

my prosciutto and me

I don't think my body likes prosciutto. Sure, it has an amazing flavor. The smell and the ribbon of fat, I could do without, but still. It really adds to the sandwich. Which is saying a lot, for one thin slice stacked on layers of meat and cheese.

But sadly, I don't think my stomach has managed to adapt that far with pork products, especially since I didn't eat any for roughly 8 years. I just feel funky after I eat it. Start to feel drowsy and lightheaded. So I reach for my trusty cup of hot tea and burn it away. I guess I'm just not ready for the awesomeness prosciutto is trying to bring.