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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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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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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 is introduced as “Georgiy Ivanovich, also known as Goga, also known as…
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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 recipe to make. Which one do you think caught my attention? Flawlessly…
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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 week or kasha that can be stretched for a few days. As a…
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