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On reveling in hype and beetroot dauphinoise

Russkis were bonkers about all things French in the 18-19 centuries. Not only Russians of course, most of the Western, and not so Western world. The French did a good job in creating – what we could now call a

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Breakfasts: on his hands, manta ray and frankfurters

On Sundays me and him would take a hike to the haunting ruins of St Birgitta monastery. On the outskirts of Tallinn, these 500 years old walls were standing there, unguarded, uncared, welcoming. I would hold his warm hand whilst

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The beauty of breakfasts: eggs baked in sourcream

The sweet waking up to the gentle, clanking sounds in the kitchen and shuffle my pajamad feet following my mum’s call for breakfast is one of those memories that make me squeeze my eyes and sign deeply.   People muse

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The healing magic of chicken soup with klyotski

A humble chicken soup is a thing of beauty. The weak are fed with chicken stock to replenish strength,  the loved ones are spooned with it so that they know how much they matter…and little Jewish children are given warm

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When a humble white cabbage becomes a dove…

A common white cabbage, with its leaves unpeeled to reveal the core, is one of the most under-appreciated, exquisite and surreal things. The fact that it is also an edible thing, especially when stuffed with lots of other lush things