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There is a handful of memories that connect all the kids who went to a Russian kindergarten, no matter whether they grew up in the Urals, Siberia, or the Far East. Some of those memories are rather gross: lumpy semolina…
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Last night was rough. I mean we’ve had worse, much worse. The kind of nights when my son woke up every half an hour and cried while my husband and I were frantically looking for the reason: is it colic?…
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Sometimes I think I am so smart, so creative. Beet greens pesto — who would have thought of that? Then I open Google. Turned out: thousands of people before me. I got a few beets the other day to make…
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It is common to lead with memories when talking about food. As the food we eat does not exist in vacuum, I like to give context to the dishes I suggest you prepare at your home. Having said that, my…
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I love the idea of eating offals. I love the offals too, but I love the idea even better. To think that every part of an animal is respected and utilized instead of being thrown away makes me happy. It…
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Today I met with a friend who has no children for a coffee. It is important to mention that he has no children for a few reasons. The main being that I appreciate friends who have no children and still…
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Must every self-respecting cook have a signature dish? Because I don’t seem to have one. If you started reading in the hopes that this sorrel soup is mine, it is not. This season marked the first time I made it…
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This beetroot dip is the fastest a recipe went from an idea in my head to a blog post. Yesterday I’ve been contemplating what to do with a few rhubarb stalks that have been lying around for a tad too…
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I received Aran Goyoaga’s Cannelle et Vanille yesterday in the mail, which, on the surface, has nothing to do with Russian pirozhki, but hear me out. It’s a beautiful book, just like everything Aran does. It’s full of nourishing recipes…
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If ever there was a decadent dessert shamelessly hiding behind the cover of a snack — and a heatlhy-ish one at that — that would be Russian syrok (plural: syrki). If you know, you know. If you don’t, let me…
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