Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russia. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

What do you mean locked out?

This past weekend, the fiancé and I decided to take a drive out into the glorious world beyond the living room.  This involved a variety of establishments, some for refreshments, some for specific items (I'm working on new cake pops again), and some just to see what's out there.

Among my treasures is a new concise Russian grammar book.  Hah.  I'm digging myself in deeper and deeper here.  добро пожаловать!  ('dabro pazhalavat' for those who can't read Russian)  Welcome to my world.  The beauty of this language eludes me...maybe it's all the consonants involved, which make it explode from the mouth in harsh jumbles.


But that's not the point.


After a lovely day out meandering, we returned to the house.  Only then did we find out that the typically perfectly functioning system that syncs up the fiancé's fancy car with the garage door was not working.


Uhm.  This is a problem.


Specifically, being overly paranoid about safety, the fiancé locks the storm door as well as the front door.  They require different keys.  We're lacking one of them on our key rings.  You're already thinking no problem, just go around back.


Ah, but if only it were that simple.


Did I mention the fiancé is overly paranoid about safety?  The gates into the backyard are padlocked.  So, this is what ensues:
Climbing over a couple gates, finding a door that matches the key on our keyring, entering through said door, and then opening the garage to the let the other person in. I think we need to re-think the key situation we have going on at the house.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Introduction to Russian food

"I want some Russian food"

I turn around to face the manfriend with big eyes.  I don't know how to make Russian food.  Never even tasted it before.

Kiev Market is the savior.  An unobtrusive white building, it sits next to a dark blue Victorian house.  This family run store is quietly sandwiched between storage units and a nursery where it generally goes unnoticed on the busy street.  It sells basic delicacies from the motherland to those transplanted to the States from Russia.

Although I am trying to learn, the Cyrillic alphabet eludes me.  Perhaps it is more apt to say that I'm mastering the Cyrillic alphabet, just not the Russian.  Either way, I can't read anything in this store.

I take it back!  I take it back!

I can read the numbers.  Hah!  So there.

The Russian seems thrilled to find some of his favorite food, and we return to the house with a few items to try.
Kvass.

It smells like beer, which, I guess technically it is.  Bread beer...without the alcohol.  Isn't the alcohol why people drink beer?  I dunno.  But the manfriend not only loves this stuff, he wants to make some of his own.  There's bread involved, a liquid of sorts...wet bread...fermenting?  What part of this is supposed to sound appetizing?

But being a good sport, I try it.  It doesn't taste as bad as I feared it would.  I guess the glass of Coke Zero (in case I have to wash the taste out of my mouth) from my quest for ice cream is unnecessary.  I'll just drink it anyway...ya know, let him enjoy the "good stuff."  (See how unselfish I am?)

The other item is halva.

"It's addicting.  People don't make it.  You buy it at the store.  If you make it for me, you'd be the best cook ever."
It does not look tasty.  Not in the least.  I mean, look at it.  It looks like paper mache that's been thrown into a food processor and then pressed back together.  It's about that color, too.

Gingerly, I take a piece.  Uhm, the manfriend is right.  It is addicting, not too sweet, not too bland.  The more I eat it, the more I want it.  I'm going to have to figure out how to make it now.  I turn to google to help me figure out what halva is...apparently a combination of honey and tahini (sesame paste).

It's not much, but it's my first exposure to Russian food.  The Russian won't make any of it for me.  So tell me, what is good Russian food?  What should I look out for or attempt to make myself?  Or what is something that just grosses you out about Russian food (like all the pickling)?
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