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Ukrainian brunch – eating off a face..

I have a healthy fascination with making people feel squeamish. As a food anthropologist (to be), I am interested in that instant, guttural reaction to foods – and food ideas – that provoke people to either shut down, reject or

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Cooking with hay.

Hay was used extensively by Russkis in the olden days – as well as by the English folk in fact. In makes sense after all. Peasants/farmers would have masses of hay around this time of the year and need to

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My Midsummer Baltic brunch.

We dined on ham in hay, drank fermented rye liquid, jumped over fires built of candles and searched for a non-existent flowering plant… Our secret Baltic Midsummer Brunchclub has gone well. The idea (on which you can read more here)

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As for dining along..

[I choose dining alone] if a choice must be made between most people I know and myself… Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly’ – wrote the exuberant M. F.

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Salmon Kulebyaka – a layered temptation.

‘The Kulebyaka should be appetizing, shameless in its nakedness, a temptation to sin.’ Anton Chekhov, ‘The Siren’ And so we did. Me and my Salmon Kulebyaka, whilst remaining fully clothed, we made my guests rather happy and gidderly full. Following

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To things porcine

Monday nights are often tough on me, and so to lift my spirits I often succumb to Vodkatinis (on which,  I promise, later) or copious amount of food tv watching. Watching illustrious Clarissa Dickson Wright’s latest fight to revive the

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My Russo-Soviet Brunchclub (Forget mayonnaise. Bring on some humour)

We had a cabbage as a table decoration, tongues of varied edibility, folk ‘Kalinka’ singing and (nearly) counterfeit Soviet champagne. Three months of preparation, 48 hours of non-stop cooking, 12 courses and 12 nicely fattened up guests later, I can

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Happy International Women’s day!

6.10 am this morning. my kitchen. Just wanted to wish all my dear international women (and boys too, especially if you have on occasion wondered what it might be like to be on another side) – Happy 8th March! The

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Romance, pork patties and cheap Cava.

I say there are two ways to woo get pissed be a glutton no delicacy, or silly romantic frillies, or candles (at least not on the table, dripped, perhaps) fuck Valentine, the way to do is not to do it

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International Women’s day Brunchclub

When it comes to the International Women’s day – lovingly known as ‘the 8th of March’ in most post-soviet countries, you are likely to fall into one of the following categories: 1.You have never heard of the above day, and