So you're probably wondering just who in the hell is this Peasant Woman. Well, that's the beauty of it, my friends. She's your basic, over-the-top, straight-talking Eastern European everywoman. That's right. Immigrated from the meaty bones of the Balkans some forty years ago, and now she's living in your neighborhood.
The problem is that she doesn't always like to be bothered. At least until she's had her coffee (Turkish coffee, to be exact). Then all hell breaks loose.
But until that happens, it's up to me, Peasant Daughter, to carry the flame. So I'll do my best to bring you dispatches from the front lines while we wait for her to get all good and caffeinated. And when she does, you can be sure there'll be a fiery podcast or a nice and toasty, obscenity-filled piece of advice with your name on it.