Kasha Varnishkes
I studied in Russia for a year in college. I have a lot of good stories from that era. There was the time I went to a club called Jesus and a rando picked me up and spun me around the dance floor on his head. There was the semester when my friend Sasha and […]
How to Build a Cheese Pyramid
Nothing in Russia is a medium-sized deal. The options are twofold: huge, glitzy and over-the-top bare-bones, dirty and offensively underwhelming For example, it’s perfectly acceptable to walk on the street in 8 inch platform rhinestone stilettos and a mini dress when it’s snowing. Preferred, even. This last week alone I saw a Bentley stretch limo, […]
My Babushka’s Borscht
Some things are inevitable. It is inevitable that when I buy a new item of white clothing it will be dirty within four minutes of purchase. It is inevitable that I will spill many a tear on my tacky 80’s pillow when in Russia because I miss kale and nutritional yeast. It is inevitable that […]
My Babushka’s Veggie Fried Rice
In our household, things run like clockwork. No, hold on, I said that wrong. Rather, clocks run like things in our household. There’s no joking around here on 4th Soviet Street, never, no way. [Particularly not when I wear my sparkly kitty sweater]. I come into the kitchen for breakfast sharply at 8:30. Breakfast table conversation […]