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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. My Sunday afternoon was blissful one in allowing me to combine my two longest standing passions: a bit of quality meaty fat

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Salo (pork fat) pizza.

Pizza with pure pork fat as its main topping is unlikely to appear on your Pizza Express menu, granted. Pizza with Ukrainian cured pork fat – salo – is even less likely. But the combination makes a lot more sense

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Ukrainian banush – a hug and some action in one bowl.

Khrushev – that charismatic leader of the communist party in USSR in the 60s – is memorable on two accounts in my mind: for letting soviet couples to have sex in private and for introducing corn to the nation. With

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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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Shponder, or the Ukrainian milk and blood beauty.

They called me milk and blood. They call some women in Ukraine milk and blood, referring to a certain wholesome combination of nurturing flesh and a determined spirit (I like how some religions ban this very combination in food…). And

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Crisps a la Ukraine

Alik is a generous, insightful, purposeful man who likes politics, Ukraine, and a goblet of good whisky.   Alik happens to be an ex-husband of Lyuba, an amazing woman who hosted me in Lviv (West of Ukraine), fed me and

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Ukrainian heros – part 1.

Apart from eating pork fat shaped as genitals and drinking copious amounts of warm vodka in Ukraine, I have been talking to people. About salo, about the future of Ukraine and its land, about the little things that seldom matter.

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A museum of salo in Lviv – breaking stereoptypes with a slab of fat?

It is not often that I dine on phallus made out of pork fat, filled with dumplings.     But then it is not often that one visits a museum fully dedicated to a product that many people would feel

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Lviv: Salo as high art and basic staple.

This is what greeted me on arrival to the city of Lviv – literally, the moment I got out of the train.    As a friend with whom I’m staying here had told me a few weeks before I arrived:

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Here I go, Ukraine!

My dear readers, My long-promised Ukrainian saga in search of salo and Ukrainian soul is starting today. I’m off to Ukraine for some four weeks: via Berlin and Krakow (I’m travelling by train) to Astro-Hungarian-Polish Lviv in the West of