Friday, October 14, 2011

That time I went to Russia – part dva

 

So there I was in Moscow with three of my pals. We went for a week in September and it was amazing.

The visit was full of beautiful old churches, less beautiful soviet cinderblock buildings, old USSR propaganda (murals, statues, etc), delicious vodka, unsmiling people but secretly nice people, leather jackets, weird food, medieval villages, boatloads of seafood, fur hats, really confusing signs, and tons of fun.  The weather was high fifties, which felt refreshingly fall-like (you have to be a little cold in Russia, right?). Though it rained every day which further contributed to the overall gray like feeling of the city.  It made it even more fun to see the colorful painted onion domes of the churches dot the skyline.  We packed the days in and got to see a little bit of everything: touristy stuff, ballet, bars.  Few people with whom we interacted (waiters, etc.) spoke much English, which I found surprising. But I said ‘Spasiba’ (thank you), they always replied ‘Pashalsta (please/you’re welcome) and by the end I got pretty good at charades.  

I feel like it is good for the soul to drop in on a different culture and be a minority for once.  It makes me appreciate how easy things are for me in my cushy American life.

But more about the trip you say? Onward!

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They don’t make ‘em like they used to, am I right?

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So one of the few places were we spent the time and rubles to delve deeper into the history was the iconic St. Basil’s Cathedral (behind us in the big photo).  It is made up of ten tiny cathedrals that could probably only hold a few people at one time.

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The audio guide probably said iconostasis 700 times.  If only I had a shot of vodka every time I heard that… I’m just saying it would have been the full Russian experience.

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Hey Dad, look at the tile work!

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Caution: wildly inappropriate behavior (this isn’t an active church anymore so its only mildly sacrilegious)

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Planking..

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Owling is the new planking… so we hear.

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Our best Russian unsmiling faces (we were assimilating).

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----------------------------------------------> look it is of the world famous Bolshoi Theater (ballet)!

But it wasn’t all tourist photos, we had some crazy food.  To be fair, Moscow in many ways was the same as any other major European city.  There were sushi restaurants, Italian restaurants, you name it.  However I usually tried to order something unfamiliar and even questionable in some cases.  Below was at a sidewalk cafe (a Russian chain from what I could tell), I had a salad with salmon (so much fresh fish everywhere there!!) and caviar with a strong mustard dressing.  Included with the salad was a pancake rolled up with mashed potatoes, gravy, tuna and peas.  Lots of comfort food, it was pretty good! Though predictably the flavors were all over the place, so those with weak stomachs need not apply.

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Speaking of weak stomachs, my BFF Bowler got a sinus infection while we were out there.  Sad times.  Actually Rosley got sick too (the airplane? the greasy food on the go? the rain? who knows) but was able to hold off the full nasal discomfort until our very last day.  Meanwhile Bowler had to sit out some of the trips around the city in favor of sleep and trying to explain to the ladies at the pharmacy around the corner that she needed a coughing, stuffy head, night time medication.  Now THAT is knowing your charades.

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Meanwhile we made a trip to the ballet.  The Bolshoi is under construction and the top tier ballets were still pretty out of our price range.  We went to a ballet of Hamlet, of all things.  Though most of the performance was without dialogue (and hello the program was not in English), occasionally there would be moments where the characters or narrator or God (or someone with a booming voice?) would say things to move the dialogue along.  It had been ages since I have studied Shakespeare, and was really missing my iphone for just such last minute story-line researching.  However once we realized that Hamlet is the same story line as the Lion King, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeverything made so much more sense.  We were all in that age window where we weren’t quite old enough when the movie came out to make the mental leap to Shakespeare.  Clever Disney, clever.

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Also, in one of our daily romps (and before the sick got too sick), we did a little daytime Russian booze sampling.  It was fun!

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Inevitably it led to more Elk reenactments for those who weren’t in that dirty Chicago alley last March.

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And also a trip to a Hookah Bar (no worries, we just had pineapple smoke/water)

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We DID go out big one other night.  Ros and Ian had made friends with a bartender and we followed him to this basement club.  Seriously it looked just like the bar from Inglorious Bastards, pre violent murders. 

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This bartender was a former diplomat’s son and spoke fluent English, also he treated us to a tower of booze and flames.  Oh boy.  The place had a DJ and we were trying to request songs via napkin… which was infinitely more successful than trying to shout in ears above the music in another language.  Also though no one besides our bartender friend knew much English, those 90s songs would come on (Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson) and the whole place would sing each one word for word.  It’s so funny how western influences are everywhere.  There would be people sitting next to you on the subway with t-shirts, purses, etc with English writing.  Like the middle aged guy next to me once who was wearing jeans that said ‘surfer dude’… pretty sure he’s not a surfer dude. I wondered the whole ride if he knew or cared what his tag said.  It was so interesting.  Even in this bar there were random US license plates dotting the walls.  South Dakota? You don’t say.

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One day we went to a big marketplace on the outskirts of town.

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We got to stop in a traditional Russian restaurant and even had some Borsht. MMMMmmmm Beets.

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Truthfully most of the places we went had menus printed in both Russian and in English. Although sometimes the English pricing was a bit higher (blarg!) it was almost worth it to have some idea what the heck you were getting.  However one place we went, a wine bar, had ipads for us to use when ordering that could easily be switched in and out of languages.  Technology win! At that place we had a paella platter (technically Spanish), but the next day it was right back to Eastern Euro cuisine with some goulash.  Yours is still better mom :)

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Did I mention that the fish was aplenty? Not only were there sushi places everywhere, but it was good and fresh stuff.  Sometimes it pains me living so far from a coast. But my do I enjoy it when I can!

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And that concludes the first few days of my Russian adventure.  Part Tri is coming right up and includes our excursion to the countryside and pictures from within the Kremlin walls.  Stay tuned!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

From Russia with Love – part adeen

Technically I’m not in Russia anymore.  Also technically it has been like three weeks since I’ve been back home.  Nevertheless (is that a word or just three words shmushed together? also is shmushed a word?) I have exciting photos to share and stories to regale you with.  With which to regale you.  Rats.  Apparently dabbling in a foreign language for eight days has impeded my ability to communicate in Engliski. Sorry about that.

Without further ado…..   my trip.

So I have this friend, let’s call her Rosley. Also that’s her name. She has been obsessed with Russia since college and all seemed pretty random to us at the time.  I will never forget finding the ‘Russian for Dummies’ book in her back seat on our way to a float trip.  I might as well have found a severed head.  Who would have guessed I would accompany her (along with two other college friends) to Moscow a few years later.  Thanks to a too-good-to-pass-up deal on airfare and hotels, it seemed like if I wanted to experience eastern Europe in my twenties (or at all?) now was the time to GO! Not that I needed any convincing. It had been ages since I’d been somewhere beyond the continental 48 and a mysterious far-off place with fur hats and kooky food made my heart skip a beat.

So I have been excitedly planning for this for the past year, but much remained up in the air until the weeks before the trip when my renewed passport came in the mail, and I received my VISA from Russia (you have to have permission to visit, serious stuff).  So though I may have mentioned it in passing, I was afraid that fixating on it too too much would jinx the whole thing. Hence the seemingly out of the blue postcard some loved ones received from me with some babushkas.

In other preparation for my trip, I purchased a couple of guidebooks from the used bookstore and then checked out all five Moscow travel books from the KC library.  But only one of them would continue in the hopes of becoming the one that made my suitcase.  But who stays and who goes? Congratulations, Lonely Planet was the lightest and the most fun to read. Also it had the most pictures. It turns out that 3 of the 4 of us brought that book (one person via iphone app).  Great minds think alike? or perhaps we all just choose books like first graders.

So we flew into DC the evening before we were scheduled to depart for Moscow.  We had my wonderful amazing heck-ova-guy brother be our shuttle and hotel for the evening.  I was especially grateful for his support when he had to wait for us outside the airport for three hours.  They lost our luggage.  Not even kidding, the trip had barely begun and what with Russia being about 20 degrees colder than in the states at that time, going with the summer clothes on our back wasn’t going to get us very far.  After a few stressful thoughts of wearing only ‘i bought this shirt in the Washington DC airport’ in my photos from the Kremlin, all was located and right with the world. WHEW.

Fast forward to the down time in waiting to fly out of DC and what is it that we should find?

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The greatest thing since sliced bread, that’s what.  Bowler had known that her wedding (blogged about here and also featured in glamour’s blog here) was going to be in the fall/winter issue of Bridal Guide Magazine, but didn’t know much more beyond that.  When we spotted it at an airport newsstand we eagerly (understatement of the year?) flipped the pages looking for some small photo or mention.  HOLY SMOKES THERE IS A FOUR PAGE SPREAD. I’m not even kidding you, when we found it we started screaming and jumping up and down.  Making a scene in the airport probably could have compromised our whole trip (I hear they don’t want a lot of funny business or unattended luggage), but make a scene we did.  Worth it. So exciting! Plus as MOH I’m in there too, which makes ‘published model’ amongst my many exaggerated accomplishments to date.

Ten hours and three showings of in-flight movie ‘Kung Fu Panda’ later, we arrived in Moscow.  All kinds of sleepy and excited we headed via tram into the city center from the airport.

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We spent most of the day wandering around and getting the lay of the land close to our hotel.  Though a trip to St. Petersburg would have been the bomb dot com (sidebar how old is too old to use that kind of slang.. or call it slang).. it was an overnight train ride away and with only a week in Moscow we wanted to pack in all the good stuff we could get.  Staying at the same hotel the whole week was convenient too and accommodated those of us who neurotically over packed.

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Another lesson from Moscow is to not judge a book by its cover.  One of the things I was most eager to see was the beautiful medieval architecture.  However other than the capital and the churches, a lot of the ornate Romanov era buildings were replaced by simple soviet cinder block style buildings.  Our hotel wasn’t much to write home about from the outside (ironic that I am literally writing home about it now?) …

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However inside everything was updated, clean and modern.  I would have stayed in a hostel over here to make this trip work if I had to, however having the comforts of home in this American hotel was pretty nice.  Minus the time I came back to the room to take a picture for you and there was someone in the window. Alarming. Can you see our little window washing friend’s shadow?

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So while there we never did get on a regular sleep schedule.  I was certain that my body would be up to its old tricks of waking at the crack of dawn.  Also because we were never with a tour group or had a set schedule, it was just the four of us out exploring, we didn’t exactly force ourselves to wake early.  Sleeping in late and doing whatever the heck we wanted was just one of the perks of this vacation.

Because we are so smart, and also because I am hungry like 23 hours a day, we visited the local grocery store to keep some snacks in our room.  No photos allowed, rats.  It was the size you would expect for being in the heart of the city, and a lot of things were labeled in both Russian/Cyrillic and English. Hazzah!

One of the treasures of this trip though, was inspired by this blog, where this girl lives abroad and eats a bunch of chips.  What could be better?

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The bacon flavored chips (left), tasted like smokey goodness.  Similar to BBQ chips but with a slightly different after taste.  Not bad.  The Caviar chips (right) were a different story. The bastard child of a potato and a sea thing, they smelled like the fishiest fish, and the powdery on-chip flavoring managed to replicate that smell amazingly well.  A cautionary tale for their other Euro friends to not take fish and chips too literally.  Scrunched up face aside, it was fun to try the varieties the rest of the world apparently finds appetizing.

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Speaking of food, our other favorite little spot was this popular chain of street vendors that we affectionately called crapdog.  Except that it translates to starboy (or something to that effect). Ugly Americans.  I know.  They stuck the condiments into a hollowed out bun (good baguette bread) and then shoved the hot dog in from the top. Will wonders never cease.

Guess what else we got to see? The Kremlin. Directly behind me there is St. Basil’s cathedral.  To my right (well, stage right anyway) is one of the big red wall of the Kremlin (mini capital city, previously I thought it was a building or two, but it’s almost more like the Vatican)… and just out frame is Lenin’s tomb where his actual mummified body that looks like a Madame Toussad’s wax doll is on display.  Um, yeah, we opted out of that one.

 

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So that is about all the photos that the ‘ole blog can handle for one day.  Back later for part dvah (which means 2, adeen means 1) on our visit to the countryside, ballet, night life, and pictures from within the Kremlin walls.

Dasveedanya!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Quotables

 

"...if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely." -Roald Dahl

Isn’t that the most wonderful thing you’ve ever heard? My new favorite quote.

Sidebar I will be back next week with pictures from my amazing romp around eastern Europe. 

Das Vee Danya! (goodbye)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

People standing, scrapbook paper and tofu

If you were stuck on a deserted island… just kidding.  These aren’t things I would choose to surround myself with necessarily, however they did make up the better part of my late summer.  Mild exercise by way of posing for pictures (and always forgetting to turn in partially sideways and suck in.. Miss Universe style), a boat load of parties and some experimental food I made my sister try.

My buddy Anthony turned thirty and I was on the party planning committee. Several hours at JoAnna’s fabric later I emerged with the makings for an India/Weiner Dog/plant party.  Hey, he is a master of many things.

 

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Did you notice how I misspelled Birthday when I was stringing up the paper-on-paper-on-ribbon cards? The party was in full swing for a solid hour before a third-grade-teacher friend of ours spotted the transposing.  Oops.

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30 is smart.

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I wore a skirt that was too small because I got it for $9. After its hip clinging debut it got exiled to Alisa’s closet.  I pretended I was a size 2.  Hips don’t lie.

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Alisa came to visit on a school night (scandalous!) so we could watch the Anastasia movie I had netflixed.  I needed my Russia research okay? That is a very factually accurate story.

I made her tofu stuffed shells.  Did that just blow your mind? They were pretty good. I lifted the idea from Eat Live Run.

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Tofu Shells:

  • Shells
  • Spaghetti Sauce
  • Spinach
  • Tofu
  • EVOO
  • Nutritional Yeast
  • Italian Seasoning
  • Garlic

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We also made hummus but subbed cannellini beans and added goat cheese.  Like crack.  I assume.  I’ve never actually had crack but I think it’s safe to say it’s like a really good appetizer with lots of garlic.

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My pal Jessica also had a birthday and it was a perfect excuse to wear a party dress.

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Meanwhile another pal was in the process of LEAVING TO LIVE IN ENGLAND! How cool is that? She is at a boarding school that is hundreds of years old and wears blazers with patches and says things like ‘Brilliant!’  We had to commemorate her leaving for such a worthy cause.

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Miss you already my friend!

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Then I saw the flaming lips in concert and got to run all around in front of and behind stage thanks to a connected HS friend I have.  This show is a hoot.  It’s like a cross between a rock concert and a little kid’s birthday party (confetti, balloons, costumes, streamers, sing-alongs)

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And I went to a wedding where goofiness was had. Times ten.

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have you ever noticed how goofiness and flattering photos are always at odds? me too. worth it.  See you in a few weeks with an update on my trip across the pond/world.

woohoo!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Move over Kevin Bacon

So I have this friend named Kelly.  She knows everyone.  We seriously can’t go anywhere without her having worked with/dated a cousin of/went to high school with/lived next to in college with/got her hair cut by someone at the table next to us.  Somehow she has a story that randomly relates back to everyone.  She denies it completely but the rest of us find ourselves in wonderment of it often.

Also it was her birthday the other day, which OBVIOUSLY means we threw her a semi surprise party.  She knew we were all getting together, but little did she know Milton and Bradley were on the case (what Emily and I ceremoniously dubbed ourselves after the surprise birthday Kentucky bash in February).

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So we did it after work yesterday, except Kelly was the first to get off work, so we banished her to the bed.  It’s okay, Blind Boone over there had Natalie to keep her entertained.

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Meanwhile the rest of us went streamer and sticker crazy.  We also had giant ‘K’ signs that we would wave and what innocently began as a chant, always somehow ended in KKK jokes. Inappropriate.

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Don’t worry, Amy did get that cork out… but she lost a few lady points.  Probably some teeth too. (not a staged photo)

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In addition to snacks like almonds and salsa, Natalie brought the most glorious Salad. 

Natalie’s Hoagland Ranch Salad Extraordinaire:

  • Steak (homegrown, her ranch!)
  • Romaine (homegrown?)
  • Mozzarella
  • Tomatoes (homegrown)
  • Basil (homegrown)
  • Balsamic and EVOO

 

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Amy brought Gluten Free cupcakes for the birthday girl.  They were also vegan (say whaaaa?) they were very dense, like pound cake.  Two thumbs up.

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And finally, the piece de resistance. The six degrees of Kelly Hoots game, where over the course of 3+ bottles of wine, we made her connect the dots between random individuals (found friend stalking her FB page), and miscellaneous things like ‘tacos’, ‘boobs’, ‘barfing’, and schools and places we frequent.  A hilarious game that kept getting sidetracked to stories and name calling.  It was a hoot.  Pun intended.

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What a way to kick off the week! Happy Birthday amigo!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

It’s hip to be square

 

Especially when you are cut into squares (okay technically this food is rectangle but the jury’s is still out on that shape’s coolness).  That’s cornbread tofu casserole. It’s future’s so bright, it’s got to wear shades. That and Emily+ Lauren + bottle of wine + clearing off the table + clumsiness = food accessories. 

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Here she is being seduced by the casserole. It’s just so cool. Who can resist? (the people in this photo are real people depicting real events, minimal staging and acting was required).

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So I got this recipe from healthy tipping point and have been wanting to try it for ages.  Last week’s unadventurous houseguest Bowler put the kibosh on my plans to make it.  Never fear, I tortured Emily and convinced her to try it.  Not pictured: water boarding, arm twisting, and promises to look at all 4,000 photographer proofs from her wedding.

Pumped up Corn Casserole:

  • Tofu
  • Cornbread Mix
  • Sour Cream
  • Creamed Corn
  • Regular Corn
  • Broccoli

I really really liked this.  I love casseroles in general. Easy, one pan, makes for great leftovers, total comfort food.  Except nearly all casseroles are super unhealthy. Lo and behold this fair recipe.  It disguises the mushy tofu texture, but is heavy on taste and protein. I was smitten.

Next time I’ll cut the pan to half the size so it doesn’t look all small and flat.  I like my casseroles like I like my men, fluffy and 9x9. That makes no sense. I know.IMG_5262

Emily of course had total confidence in this recipe and my abilities.  The fact that she brought back up food should in no way reflect her nervousness at tofu casserole.  Her cantaloupe prosciutto bites were inhaled by me in record speed.  Salty plus sweet. That in no way reflected my confidence at the still-baking tofu casserole. Much.

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She also brought goat cheese bruschetta.  I love that her new place has fresh basil growing everywhere.  Round of applause for Emily being only two weeks into wifedom and already achieving domestic goddessness.

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Goddessness should totally be a word. Aren’t you jealous you weren’t there to have tofu casserole? (sidebar: this went wonderfully the next day with tomato soup) Or at the very least wouldn’t you want to see your food wearing accessories? Or to hear Emily and I sing it’s hip to be square? I know. We’re pretty hip too. Obviously.