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In my mind this cake goes by blinniy tort, not crepe cake. Crepe cake sounds so French, so chic. Blinniy tort, on the other hand, sounds rather simple and rustic, at least to someone who speaks Russian. Blinniy means “made…
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On the right side of my chin is a one-and-a-half-centimeters-long scar. It doesn’t strike the eye, but is visible. I cannot remember myself without it. The scar is simply a part of my face, like a nose is. I might…
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We have reached what is, apparently, called “the hunger gap”. In his book Six Seasons — which I highly recommend — Joshua McFadden describes it as “the period between the end of winter and beginning of spring vegetables”. You are…
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I am tired. Tired of root vegetables, of having to cook with potato, celeriac and squash over and over again, tired of winter comfort food, tired of having fewer and fewer options at my farmer’s market every week. Last time…
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If there was a family recipe in my family, this is it right here — Medvezhiy tort, or Bear’s Cake. My mom prepares it every 31st of December, without a fail. Usually early in the morning, before it is time…
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Am I the first one to say that omg January is over! How come! What happened! No? Obviously, it’s mid-February. Have you done anything to advance yourself in the direction of your dreams? I am not asking if you’ve actually…
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Four months ago I found myself on Ikea website, having paid three hundred euros for a bunch of BRANÄS, SAXBORGA, and KNAGGLIG, not a single one of which is a piece of furniture. I spent what used to be my…
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In this special edition of my “seasonal eating” post, you’ll see no fruits or vegetables. Because in December “seasonal” equals “cookies”, at least if you live in Germany. In my best attempts to integrate into society, I spent the whole…
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Kroshka, I am gonna tell you an incredible story. A story of how I met your father. Ten years ago, before I was mama, I had this whole other life. Tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-tada-papa-paaaapaaaaa-papapapa-rararararararararaaaaaaaaa! I do hope you recognized the melody and sang…
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Nothing can prepare you for the robust grainy flesh of quinces hiding behind the innocent bright yellow exterior. A quince might look like a huge apple or “a pregnant pear”, as Bee Wilson, a British food writer, describes it, but…
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