As the view of the buildings out my kitchen window. Olivier (салат Оливье, salat Olivye, pronounced ah-liv-yeh with a silent r), a traditional salad dish in Russian cuisine, which I have enjoyed on numerous occasions here in Belarus. It is most often served on New Year’s and birthdays, but anytime really. It’s so popular that markets always have theContinue reading “Olivier Salad, Little Mingling Squares”
the highest heaven Details seemed to aim to distract, skies overcast, winds that weren’t up to fanning as briskly as believed for, foliage dropping faster than the weightless flutter envisioned, and there I stood, in all the pristine stillness, found, lifted higher still than all that I had hoped or ever could begin to hope.Continue reading “Empyrean”
Minus the honey, which I realized I was out of mid-bake. The very brief story of this cake dates back to the 19th century, when a new chef baked a honey cake for Empress Elizabeth Alexeievna, wife of Emperor Alexander I, unaware that she was not very fond of honey; however, as all good storiesContinue reading “Medovik – Russian Honey Cake – Sorta”
“Something up above was calling him imperiously.“ Imperiously! Oh my, I’m hooked. I started reading The Wind in the Willows, children’s classic by Kenneth Grahame. Every other word is a feast, a scrumptious feast. Sometimes when I dive into such books I can only take in one page at a time. Do you ever feelContinue reading “Something Up Above”
wackadoodle [wak–uh-dood-l]Someone or something eccentric, wrongheaded, bizarre, or foolish, generally in an amusing way and with a mildly dismissive tone. My kids and I used the word way before I ever looked it up. I’d typically emphasize it by saying wackadoodledoo. When you’re a full-time stay-at-home mom it comes to mind quite often and rolls off theContinue reading “Wackadoodle”
Dear bitty garden, Homegrown harvest gifts from friends’ country village gardens have started to arrive~yay~and my head is spinning with creative ideas. I cannot begin to describe how wonderful these simple gifts taste, but I’ll give it a try.
with celebration Let this hope burst forth within you, releasing a continual joy. Romans 12:12 in stillness and in quietness
Dear bitty garden,How very swiftly plans for spiffying up a garden, even the tiniest of them, can turn to fiddle-dee-deeing. I blame those overcast skies and the great little pumpkin who’s always up for a photoshoot, twist my arm. Do I have plans for you this season? Why of course I do. It’s my favoriteContinue reading “The Great Little Pumpkin”