We found a place in Bishkek that sells tortilla chips. Real, homemade tortilla chips. I can figure out how to make almost all the food I want to eat, but tortilla chips are beyond what I want to do here (I have, for the record, made tortilla chips from scratch, starting with masa, so I know what I'm talking about). So I was delighted when it turned out that the only Mexican restaurant in town did have chips and was willing to sell me some.
I don't know how
long it'll last though. When we picked up the chips on a Friday night
at 7:30, the place was empty. But I'll take chips while I can.