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 ...
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 (plu...
In one of my favorite Soviet movies — frankly, one of my favorite movies of any origin and era — Moscow Doesn’t Believe in Tears, the main character i...
I might be eight years too late, but a few months ago I bought Ottolenghi’s Jerusalem. I flipped through pages for days in search of the perfect first...
My grandmother Toma hates cooking. She lives alone and survives mostly on bread and cheese. Sometimes she makes a big pot of soup that lasts her a wee...
Sirniki make for a fancy breakfast. On a normal day, morning starts with eggs, open-faced sandwiches, or tvorog — Russian-style cottage cheese — mixed...
