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Russian Feast (vodka required)

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It’s the simplest foods that are only good when someone else makes them for you. Your boyfriend makes you an omelet, your mom makes you cinnamon toast, anyone makes you coffee–always tastes better. After dinner at my friend Kseniya’s house last night, I’d like to add boiled potatoes to that list.

We got together with Erin and Jennifer for an international feast to celebrate the Olympic closing ceremony. Not surprisingly, we did not actually watch the closing ceremony.

Just in case her name didn’t give it away, Kseniya is super Russian. Given the Olympic setting in Sochi it was only fitting that she play hostess. And boy did she ever…

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I mean, we had a spread. Kseniya had homemade Russian dumplings and vodka and little honey cookies and pickles for days and those potatoes I was talking about. Erin repped France with a baguette and cheese and fig jam. Jen brought one hell of a vegetarian moussaka. I played the German card (my grandmother’s name is Hedwig, hello) and made German chocolate brownies.

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I totally overcooked those brownies so they were a fail, but you know the coolest thing? That coconut caramel frosting is just my raw vegan date caramel with shredded coconut folded in. So… no processed sugar added, heeeeeey.

Kseniya had lots of little treats from Mother Russia and I was particularly fond of this super weird “bird’s milk” chocolate. I don’t even want to know. It’s like a Milky Way. And awesome. And HUGE. Russians are the best.

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4 Comments

  1. I have mixed feelings about this post and it has everything to do with that last photo. Want. So. Much.

  2. Emma Emma

    Your photographs are so lovely!

    • Thanks! All iPhone all the time.

  3. man, that brownie looked GOOD, even if it was crumbly and stuff, the frosting looked like it might hold together. I might just be trying to make another case for stuffing chocolate in your face. no waste.

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