Scrumptious Pancakes

I ventured to a restaurant in Russia known for its scrumptious pancakes. The menu was in Russian and I wanted to know what the pancakes contained. The lady who took my order only spoke Russian, but though language was a barrier that stood between us, the language of gestures was clear and untainted. 

She started making animal sounds then pointed at her nose. It all made sense. I followed the pancake crumbs as she conveyed that specific pancake contained pork. 

 I can picture her now in slow motion—– flapping her arms like a chicken with clucking effects. 

I think her and I would really get along based on that well concocted innovation. It was sort of silly, but we laughed. When I returned to have breakfast again, she knew exactly what I wanted on the menu.