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On making Russian food sexy.
Yours truly has recently been interviewed by Voice of Russian in London. Here’s the little recording where I talk about Russian Revels, my hip parents, Soviet school food, and how salo can be sexy… And...
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Russian Revels invite: Cosmonaut party.
First I notice a charming little girl, attired in a silvery toga like dress, made out of a foil bag with a helmet signed simply SSSR (USSR). …Then another pretty creature, painted dark, dark blue from...
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The beauty of breakfasts: eggs baked in sourcream.
The sweet waking up to the gentle, clanking sounds in the kitchen and shuffle my pajamad feet following my mum’s call for breakfast is one of those memories that make me squeeze my eyes and sign...
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Breakfasts: on his hands, manta ray and frankfurters.
On Sundays me and him would take a hike to the haunting ruins of St Birgitta monastery. On the outskirts of Tallinn, these 500 years old walls were standing there, unguarded, uncared, welcoming. I...
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On absence
My dear readers, In the best of schwarzenegger’s tradition I say – I will be back. I have been pre-occupied with this: The topic of my dissertation, MA in Anthropology of Food at SOAS. Salo: Ukrainian...
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Sprats can take it, take it all.
You wake up, what at first seems like a middle of the night, in that grainy, 1930s photograph light. It feels like little, prosecco like bubbles frothing up underneath your skin. It’s not an unpleasant...
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Till soon.
Dear readers, I’m on a bit of a, shall we call it a sabbatical, from my beloved blog. Lots of action with Russian Revels though, so much so that reporting, dreaming and writing take second priority....
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The nostalgic soup of ‘coloured cabbage’.
‘Coloured cabbage’ – Cauliflower in Russian – was amongst the first few ‘foreign’ ingredients that reached the just-post-Soviet Estonia in the early 1990s. I was about 11 and just started to do things...
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On sausages in fat, confinment and Haringey markets.
What better lunch can a girl have than a good sausage smeared in a healthy dose of fat. Salame sotto grasso by Picco. My Sunday afternoon was blissful one in allowing me to combine my two longest...
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I’m moving on, comrades…
Since around summer I’ve been writing mainly under the egis of Russian Revels. Come and find me there, where my food becomes our food, with games, theatre, stories and so much more. As ever, food has...
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