Friday, September 24, 2010

What the Heck Does This Look Like?

E and I were at Costco and we were like, "Whoa. Cheap salmon. Sweet!" Upon examining the package closely it turned out to be Steelhead. Neither of us knew what Steelhead was, but we got it anyway.

When we got home I busted out my Joy of Cooking book. Steelhead is apparently a variety of trout. Who knew? It was delish.

My life officially ends today as "...unlike other classes, lab work will get started off with a rapid run, as opposed to a slow jaunt." Thanks, CS 111.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

First Day of School

Ah. I can't believe it's happening. I feel like I never left and summer never happened. I have new roommates and they are AWESOME.

Allow me to introduce:
(from left to right) M, J (roommate from last year), E (V-Rock's gf), A, me. This picture was snapped right before the middle three headed out to school. (They have a 9:30 class. What's up with that?)

Rewind an hour and a half. I made a german pancake for breakfast!

E cut strawberries.

Man-handling the cake in the PAN.

This is A. She is so demure.


AHHHHHHH! I have been anxious about this day for weeks.

Friday, September 17, 2010

See You On the Other Side

Well, well, well. I'm about to embark on my journey back to the states. Ah. There are so many things I'm feeling. I can't even make sense of all of them. The main is that I'm scared. I'm scared of leaving, scared of starting a new school year, scared of living with my friends, scared of flying, so on and so forth.

I'm told that I might not even make it past customs in Moscow. I'm missing a stamp in my passport. Ha! Wouldn't that be something?

Here we are with the lilly that grandma gave me when I arrived. Nobody is showing teeth. :-(
I know this one is blurry, but I like it best.

I'm packing up my computer now and we are heading to the train station. Ciao!

PS. Should my plane crash (which wouldn't surprise me coming from Aeroflot), I would like Florence + The Machine and Chopin played at my funeral.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Penza Pizza

Mama and I made pizza! Dad crashed our pizza making party for a little while, but then quickly left. He didn't want no stinkin' pizza. Oh well. It was pretty good.
Mom insisted on putting weird spices in our tomato sauce. It was funny. I would see her get out a packet and sprinkle some stuff in as she was stirring it. It would go something like this:

me: What is that you're putting in?
mama: It's [insert Russian name for a spice].
me: Oh, OK.
*wait a minute, I don't know the names of spices in Russian*
me: Let me smell it.
mama: Here.
me: Eww! You just put nutmeg and cinnamon in there!

It surprisingly turned out well.

Mama and Grandma Make Blini

I just love these things. They don't taste like crepes. I keep thinking I make blini when I'm in the US. Nope! I make crepes. These are different.

The ingredients are simple, but it's never the same when I make it. Maybe it's because I don't use full fat milk, maybe the milk isn't spoiled enough, maybe it's that I don't have the same sour cream to eat it with. I don't know.

1 egg
salt and sugar to taste
.5 liter of spoiled milk or kefir
1 cup of flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda

I love, love, love, love, love the sour cream here. It's the dollop on the right. It is soooo thick and creamy. I'm sure such sour cream exists in the US, I just don't know where to find it.

Yum. I am going to miss breakfasts here.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Kitchen Scale (Eeee!)

Oh, my word! I have not been this excited about a product since I got my first iPhone.

(My disappointment with iPhone 4 is a subject for a post of its own.)

I've been looking around for a food scale and stumbled upon this review.

"Why does a stick of butter weigh a little more than a quarter pound? Because the wrapper is still on the butter." It's on par with "I'm on a horse" Old Spice commercials.

"It has 4 buttons...backlight - I guess for when you're cooking up a conspiracy in the dark." Ahahaha! I am going to looooove it. This review is almost as quotable as Tourette's Guy and It's Just Like a Mini-Mall.

E, are you as excited as I am?