I don't know what fearsome terrors I will face on the tables of Kazan- pickles in my soup? Unnamable pieces of pig? A total dearth of leafy greens?
All these and more were met- and happily devoured- in Petersburg. I actually quite like Russian food, and won't turn down much that I haven't at least tried, but at the moment I'm seizing the chance to eat those things I'm not likely to find on the road.
At the moment, I'm wolfing down a pile of deliciousness from the Mexican bakery down the road. Jalapeno rolls ftw.
If you ever find yourself in Russia, just remember not to get the hamburger at Petergof.
Packing is going apace.... so many boxes to store away, so little suitcase to bring.
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ReplyDeleteBorscht! That's all I would eat in Russia. Because I know what's in it. In Peru, I suspect EVERYTHING of being guinea pig unless it is unmistakeably NOT guinea pig. So I just drank a lot of Pisco Sours instead. Great trip!
ReplyDeleteOh, and doesn't Russia have that great mushroom soup the Hungarians claim is theirs? I'd eat that, too.