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”
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”
There is ample room in a garden for endless creative meanderings, laughter and stories and all sorts of lightheartedness that lifts our feet off the ground even without the assistance of a magic cape. Sometimes a little or a lot of nonsensical too. And now I must look up nonsensical and play “Jellicle Cats” fromContinue reading “Winged Creatures in a Garden, They Do Fly!”
Your softness cushions my stepsRestfullyYour truthsLight-woven good news This peaceful pause is from last year, at the end of the de-leafing as I like to refer to the not so pretty but also very beautiful part of autumn, under the willow, my favorite of all trees, along with fiery royal poinciana, but those are seenContinue reading “Whispering Willow”
Dear bitty garden,It’s a good day to watercolor acorns and watch mums as they come in. It’s a very fine day for humming to the rhythm of lovely and counting minutes and graces. Always is.
Come away with me, my beautiful one! Song of Songs 2:10
I’m so glad I live in a world of red polka-dotted kettlesand mums tickled pink. God has graced me with the gift of laughter! To be sure, everyone who hears my story will laugh with me. Genesis 21:6 (VOICE)
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.