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Ой, it's been six months since the last edition of на кухне (in the kitchen)! To be honest, it feels like it's been that long since I actually cooked something. Is there anyone else out there guilty of shirking their womanly kitchen duties? Since the entire summer and fall have looked like this:
|Banjo café, Prospect Gagarina|
Drink your soup
Actually, the last recipe I remember trying to make was a disastrous attempt at okroshka, a chilled soup that's popular in Ukraine.
|This is how okroshka should look. Disclaimer: not my okroshka. It's from the cafeteria.|
|"okroshka with shrimp in beer" Looks good in the ad, doesn't it? (Can you see where this is going?)|
Using beer is probably not too far off the mark since kvass is a traditional component of this summer soup. But in lieu of the non-alcoholic Baltika 0... what the heck, I thought, let's use Baltika 7! The English teachers in town are always raving about this beer. Time to give it a try.
|How to make okroshka: 1) assemble ingredients. 2) mix together. 3) chill and eat.|
That soup was not so much "okroshka" as it was beer + sour cream, eaten with a spoon. Ugh ; )
|Gratuitous shot of the chocolate-bar-filled-shelves at the supermarket. You're welcome!|
|Ooooh, souvenir chocolates, yum!|
No GMO here
The "без ГМО" (GMO-free) label is ubiquitous here.
it's no longer mandatory that GMO-free products in Ukraine be labeled as such. Several of my students have said that this label is more of a way for money to be made (by those who certify the products) and less of a public health campaign. The Kyiv Post also weighs in on this issue.
This Cossack rocking out on a package of spaghetti-
|"Buy Ukrainian" proclaims the banner.|
A Ukrainian bloggy friend introduced me to something she called "crack cheese" (dubbed this because of its addictiveness):
|I know what you're thinking, but no, it's nothing like string cheese.|
Saw this in the frozen foods aisle one day:
|"Ravioli for a friendly family." No truth in advertising here: sadly, eating this ravioli does not give you the kind of cleavage this woman is sporting. Trust me, I tried.|
Speaking of cleavage...
|Pretty standard ad for a brewery, right?|
|Cafe Chanson. Hmm.|