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Wedding crashers!

Welcome back to my followers.

I have not written anything for over a year and now understand why writers get “writer’s block”. It truly is an overwhelming feeling that one is stuck! I have had no great desire nor ideas to write about. I have many, many years of stories; both humorous as well as sad, but nothing that I believe you would care to read about. I have posted some new Ukrainian food recipes but no slice of life stories.

It just occurred to me that it may be that the Canada’s National Ukrainian Festival weekend inspired me to write. It is this weekend in Dauphin Manitoba. I have been tuning in to the local radio station and listening to their polka parties! Don’t tell anyone, but I’m also singing and dancing around my kitchen.

My man and I did enjoy ourselves last time we went to the Festival. We borrowed a small camper and stayed on the CNUF campground. So much fun and much safer than driving home late in the evening after the grandstand shows, zabavas and a few drinks!

Speaking of zabavas, I recall one year when my best girl friend Marusha and I “crashed” a wedding reception. We went with a family friend to a wedding that neither Marusha nor I were invited to. You see, Ukrainian weddings usually have between 200-300 invited guests. So, who would possibly know that we weren’t invited? We ate, we drank and we danced! We gave a gift to the happy couple. We shared laughs with their family and friends.

Was it wrong to crash a wedding? Looking back, yes….I suppose it was. Not a good idea to do this today!

Now a days, weddings have become very expensive social events. The guests are selected very carefully because the food and drinks are mainly catered. But back in the 60s and 70s, the parents and relatives got together to make the salads, hyshky, holubsti and perogies! The bride’s parents supplied all the refreshments. Lots to drink and eat!

Weddings and dances were a great way to meet new people and get together with friends. It was how we interacted with each other. We shared stories, made eye contact with special friends and even got invited to go on future dates! We socialized one on one. Real face time, not text messages, Skype nor Zoom.

Invited or not, it was a special way to interact with each other in our community. Come to think about it…..maybe we could all become a little more tolerant and aware of other cultures and customs if we just “crash” a few weddings!

Слава україни !

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Baba’s House

I started this slice of life story a few years ago, but with one crisis after another in the last couple of rather stressful years, I never had the inclination to complete it and post it.  Of course I had plenty of time to write with all of our stay at home pandemic mandates and social distancing requirements. I guess my heart just wasn’t into it.

I think that the situation for the people of Ukraine has inspired me to once again continue writing about my Ukrainian memories.  It is a very scary and sad time for many in Ukraine. I hope that reading my Ukrainian ancestor’s stories, my childhood recollections, photos and trying out some of the Ukrainian recipes will provide a few moments of distraction, relief and new hope.

Baba’s House

It was a hot muggy afternoon when my mom and I went to visit Baba one Summer day. I was six years old at this time. I loved going with mom to Baba’s. There was always something special that happened whenever we went for a visit. Though not that exciting, it was a day that would stay with me.

First of all, let me tell you about Baba’s yard. I recall Baba’s white picket fence around her house. It really wasn’t much of a fence anymore as there were many missing slats. The paint was chipped and peeling off. One just had to look at it to see that with just one puff of a wind, it would topple over.

In her front yard, Baba had a water pump. Even though our small town had installed running water, Baba still got her water from the well every day. I remember the shrill squeaking sound it made whenever you pumped the handle up and down.

I used to love coming over and offering to get a pail of water for her.  We never had a pump at our house. We only had a well that dad used. He would take off the wooden cover and drop a bucket down into the well. He had a rope to pull up that pail of water.  No one except dad was allowed to use it. Children especially were not allowed to do this for fear of falling in.  Yes, the well was just one big hole in the ground with a homemade wooden lid on top.  If anyone or anything fell in, they would would never get out and they would drown.

Being told that did put fear into any young child to stay away from the well. I often worried about our cats or dogs falling in.  I do not think that ever happened. Well, at least no one told this to me when I was a young child of six years.

As you can see from the photo, Baba’s house was small. It only had five rooms in total.  There was one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a little storage room and a living room.  What else was needed when you only had one Baba living in it?  Little did I know back then that years before, my Baba and Gido had three kids living in that same house as well.

On this particular hot Summer day, mom and I walked over and we found Baba sitting at her kitchen table cutting carrots and beets into tiny slivers.   Yes, you guessed right! Baba was making some borscht for herself.  While my mom and Baba talked, I watched her hands intently and was amazed at how small she sliced up those vegetables.  At our own house, we too chopped and diced our vegetables, but not anywhere near as how tiny Baba chopped her vegetables. She was quick and so accurate. It obviously impressed me back then, because whenever I make Ukrainian borscht today, I am taken right back to her small kitchen so many years ago.

Looking back at photos of Baba’s house and remembering that Summer day, I wonder if Baba used to dice her vegetables so small and carefully because it was a quiet and relaxing time for her. Perhaps for Baba, this was her way of making sense of her world back then.

If she were here today?

I think I’ll go find some vegetables to chop.

Слава Україна !

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Petrosha’s Hyshky (Jellied Ham Hocks)

It’s that time of year to think about special dishes and one that immediately comes to mind is Hyshky. These are also known as Studinetz. I’m not sure who claims to have inspired these recipes: some say that they are Polish, some say Russian. However, I am Ukrainian and my mother made these her way, the way her mother and grandmother made them. I am following in their footsteps. So I say these are my Ukrainian Hyshky!

There are recipes on the Internet but I don’t believe this particular recipe for Hyshky is in print anywhere. It’s been handed down through the years in our family. If you have a favourite Hyshky recipe that you would like you share, please email me. I’d love to try it, too!

Ingredients:

1-2 Pork Hocks

6 cups of water, enough to cover the hocks

1 large onion, washed well with skins on and roughly chopped

6 garlic cloves, washed well and skins kept on

1 Tbsp. Salt

2 Tsp. Pepper

1 Bay leaf

3 cloves of garlic, peeled and minced fine

Salt and pepper to taste

Method:

Purchase a pork hock from your local farmer or butcher. I had my butcher take off all skin. If you prefer, you can keep the skin on but you will need to scrape it well and soak the hock overnight.

Fresh pork hock

Place the hocks into a pot of water. I ensure it is covered 1-2 inches and then bring the water up to a boil. Add the roughly chopped onion, bay leaf, salt, pepper and garlic cloves.

As soon as it’s boiling, spoon off any foam that has risen to the top. The liquid needs to be as clear as possible. The onion skins will give the broth a light brown colour.

Add the onion, garlic and bay leaf.

Lower the temperature to a simmer. Cover and simmer for the next 4-5 hours. After this time has passed, the meat will fall off the bones.

After 4-5 hours on a low simmering heat, the meat will fall off the bone.

Note: do not boil rapidly as the broth will become cloudy.

Strain the the meat and broth through a sieve. Remove the meat and chop fine. Mince the remaining 3 cloves of garlic and add to the meat.

Return the meat back into the broth. Add salt and pepper to taste.

Ladle the broth and the meat into a 9 x 13 inch pan. Cover and let rest on your counter until cool. Refrigerate overnight.

Next day, skim off any fat. It is now ready to serve. Keep refrigerated.

Not a lot of fat to skim off. Delicious! Try it with a dollop of horseradish.

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Bill Barley’s Turkey Soup

A holiday weekend is a great time to use up leftovers. Our Canadian Thanksgiving has just passed, and turkey is one of the traditional dishes for Thanksgiving.

What better leftover than turkey!

This morning I decided to make some turkey soup.  As I chopped up some onions, celery and carrots, I started humming and before I knew it, I was in full song.  

Oh come on, I bet you sing when you cook too. My mom told me many years ago that if you sing when you cook, you will be happy and your food will be happy and taste delicious too!

Well not before long, My Man came into the kitchen and asked me what in the world I was singing?

I said, “Won’t you come home Bill Barley”.

Well if you are near my age, you will know the song, “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey”. If I recall correctly Louis Armstrong was one artist who sang it. Here are the lyrics and I’m sure you will remember it.

Won’t you come home, bill bailey, won’t you come home
I’ve moaned the whole night long
I’ll do the cookin’, honey, I’ll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong

You remember that rainy evenin’
I threw you out….with nothin’ but a fine tooth comb
Ya, I know I’m to blame, now… ain’t it a shame
Bill bailey, won’t you please come home

(instrumental break)

Won’t you come home, bill bailey, won’t you come on home

I’ve moaned that whole day long
I’ll do all the cookin’ honey, I’ll even pay the rent
I know, that I have done you, oh so, wrong

You remember that rainy evenin’
I throwed you out, with nothin but a fine tooth comb
I know I’m to blame, now… ain’t it a shame
So baby, won’t you please come

I said now, won’t you please come

Bill bailey, won’t you please…. come on home

I suppose you noticed that I told My Man that I was singing “Bill Barley”?

Yes that’s right. But I hadn’t realized that today I was singing the Bill Barley song that my mom used to sing whenever she made barley soup. Of course as I grew up, I figured out that the song was not about “barley”, but guess that’s what has stuck in my brain!

I’ve posted my Turkey Soup recipe on Pages. Petrosha’s Best Turkey Soup ever! I hope you enjoy it as much as my family does.

And…when you make your next pot of soup, whether it be Turkey or Beef Barley soup, I think you may even start humming a certain song…”Won’t you come home, Bill Barley…”

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Peonies in Full Bloom

I just looked out the window this sunny June morning and was pleasantly surprised to see the peonies are in full bloom! I’m not sure why I should be surprised; after all, these peonies have been growing and blooming for at least 50 years.

 

As some of you may recall, my mother in law and I were quite close. So when she passed away, it didn’t feel right to just walk away from her house and yard without preserving some of her plants that she so lovingly cared for all of her years. I couldn’t leave her lilac tree that she had rooted from her own mother’s English garden nor could I leave the many beautiful peonies that bloomed all around her yard each year. Unfortunately the lilac tree did not transplant well and is no more. However the peonies have all taken root, so to speak, and as you can see, are flourishing.

 

As lovely as the peony’s blossoms are, they sadly do not last very long. So how to save the beautiful pink colours and sweet smell of Spring ? Why not preserve them! And that’s exactly what I’ve done here today.

I went in search of Peony Jam and Jelly recipes. Yes, I was surprised that there are several out there on the Internet but after trying a few recipes, and failing miserably, I have decided to post my own recipe. I never post a recipe unless I have thoroughly tested the measurements and ingredients out.

Take a look on my Pages under Not So Traditional Foods   If you decide to grab a few peony blossoms and make the jelly, please send me a note and let me know how you made out and what you think.

Peony Jelly

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No TP? Never fear, the new catalogue is here!

I’m going to start off this post with a paragraph that many of us have seen or heard in the last few months.

“We in Canada have seen a stark increase in the number of cases of COVID-19. We are being asked to avoid non-essential travel and social distance ourselves. These steps are essential to help reduce transmission and help keep all of us healthy. “

This is such an important message and all of us, not only in Canada, but in the world need to abide to what the science is telling us.

But I’m not writing today to remind nor lecture you on this horrible virus. The news is full of this virus information and at times scary to listen to and can be quite depressing.

 I am not taking this lightly but I want to lighten things up a bit.  

I would like to share with you a few memories that I have recalled in the last little while when hearing about some very strange behaviours in our communities.

Even though we are being assured that there is enough food and supplies to go around, some people are filling their shopping carts as if they will never be able to get them again.

The toilet paper hoarding issue and mostly the fear of people not having any, made me recall the many visits to my Gido’s farm in the early 1960s.

My Gido and Baba lived about five miles out from our small village. They had a typical prairie farm house large enough for their family. The house was connected with power from the hydro poles on the main roads and therefore they had electricity.  But they had no running water.  Here is a photo of a farmhouse similar to one that my grandparents owned. 

With no running water that was connected to the house, Gido had to go out and pump water from the well.  Baba heated their water up on the stove and it was used for cooking and cleaning.  There was a wash basin in the porch so we could always wash our hands or even have a sponge bath in the house.  But no indoor toilet.   The toilet was an outhouse.

For those of you who may not recall an outhouse, it was often a small wooden building that was situated not too far nor too close to the main house. 

Most had a one-hole or even a two-hole seat cut out of two pieces of sawed off lumber.  We had to watch out for the crack.  Of course there was a roof and a locking door.  My grandparent’s toilet did not have any electricity but there usually was a flashlight handy to grab on your way out at night.

But you are now wondering …why is this post about toilet paper?  It’s because of supply and demand! You see, the outhouse never had any toilet paper.  

To my recollection, Gido and Baba never had store bought toilet paper.  Oh no.  It was too expensive for them to waste in the toilet.  I’m pretty sure it was available in the grocery stores.  The Co-op store or the Farmer’s Store had all sorts of supplies.  In fact, I remember asking my mom about this one time when we were at Gido’s house.  Mom told me to ask Gido.  

I can still hear him saying,

“Petrooska….why would I want to waste money on store paper when the catalogue is free?”

That is right.  That’s what we used at the farm.  The latest version of the catalogues had come in and had been stacked on the floor next to the toilet seats.  It didn’t matter if it was an Eaton’s catalogue or a Sears catalogue.  As long as it had clean pages, it was good enough.  I’m not going to elaborate because if you have ever used an outhouse with this type of “toilet paper”, you will understand.  I’m sure some of my followers remember using this from a few years back.

I hope you had a wee laugh and enjoyed this little memory of mine.  Be thankful that our supply chain in Canada is pretty secure.  But if you run out, don’t go looking for an Eaton’s or Sears catalogue.  They are no longer in business.

Stay safe and healthy!

Petrosha

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Who Really Owns Borshch ?

In Canada, our homegrown beets are being harvested now and many of you, like myself, are making Borshch. I ran across this article from a BBC.com Travel website. Instead of weighing in on the discussion, I thought you would enjoy reading it and then you can decide.

Food Wars is a series from BBC Travel that invites you to feel the heat when passions flare around beloved dishes that shape a culture’s identity. http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20191014-who-really-owns-borsch

• By Andrew EvanS

15 October 2019

Soup should never be your go-to weapon in a food fight. As projectiles go, a bowl of chunky liquid proves messy and lacks precision. Fist-size bread rolls are more effective – or, say, chocolate pudding catapulted from a spoon. In Russia though, the latest food fight is all about soup, and it’s being hurled from the walls of the Kremlin via Twitter.

The soup war boiled over into social media this year, when @Russia (the official Twitter account for the Russian Federation’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs) tweeted: “A timeless classic, #Borsch is one of Russia’s most famous & beloved #dishes & a symbol of traditional cuisine”.

To the average Twitter skimmer, Russians broadcasting about borsch may seem obvious and innocuous, but for Ukrainians, who consider borsch to be their national dish, the Russian tweet is wartime propaganda, especially considering the current occupation of Crimea and the latest territorial conflict in eastern Ukraine that’s been raging since 2014. The Ukrainian Twittersphere responded with anger and humour, with comments like “As if stealing Crimea wasn’t enough, you had to go and steal borsch from Ukraine as well”.

A war over who owns borsch has boiled over on social media this year (Credit: Denis Karpenkov/Alamy)

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Borsch (борщ in Cyrillic) is a hearty soup, usually coloured red from beetroot (though green and white varieties of the soup exist), and for centuries, it has been a daily staple in the Ukrainian kitchen. For many, Russia’s claim on such a quintessentially Ukrainian dish embodies a much larger trend of Russia’s historical oppression of Ukrainian language, politics, and, above all, independence.

According to Alex Kokcharov, a London-based political and economic risk analyst of Belarusian descent, the Russian Foreign Ministry’s chest-beating around “Russian” borsch is, “another attempt at cultural appropriation by Moscow”. He explained that while “a number of cultures claim borsch to be theirs – Ukraine, Belarus, Poland and Russia – Ukraine has the strongest claim for the dish.”

“Borsch is most definitely from Ukraine,” said Olesia Lew, a New York-based chef and head consultant for Veselka, the iconic Ukrainian diner in New York City’s East Village, who is proud of her Ukrainian heritage. “I say it’s Ukrainian, not just from a nationalistic point of view, but because the soup hails from the land of Ukraine, and those ingredients have been found in the country’s archaeological record into the distant past.”

Borsch is usually coloured red from beetroot (Credit: barbara cameron pix/Alamy)

So, what about the millions of ethnic Russians who insist the red soup they love is most decidedly Russian?

“Yes, Russian people claim it’s their food,” said Lew, “But it’s a food they developed through occupation.”

According to Lew, borsch did not simply leak across the collective consciousness of Russian cuisine, but most likely entered the Soviet mainstream in the Stalinist era as a result of a concerted effort by the Kremlin. In his attempt to collectivise the largest country on Earth, Stalin tasked his Commissar of Food, Anastas Mikoyan, with establishing a Soviet national cuisine that catered to the more than 100 different “nationalities” (the Soviet term for the diverse ethnic populations) found in the USSR.

Russian people claim it’s their food, but it’s a food they developed through occupation

Mikoyan’s official study of cultural melting pots and mass food production led him to the United States, where he fell in love with hamburgers, hot dogs and ice cream. On his return, Mikoyan launched factory-produced ice cream across the Soviet Union and popularised efficient kitchen meals like kotleti (minced meat patties) in everyday cooking. In 1939, he published the propaganda-heavy Book of Tasty and Healthy Food, a standardised cookbook that was often gifted to newlywed couples in the Soviet Union from the Communist Party – a book that is still in print to this day.

“Mikoyan needed to mass-produce a cultural identity for these Soviet foods,” said Lew. “It’s fascinating to read what he picked from each place – be it Ukraine or Georgia – while remaining vague (eg “add meat”), since at the time most ingredients were not widely available across the Soviet Union. The cookbook made all these dishes part of Soviet culture and thereby ‘Russian’, since Russia was the most important culture for the Soviets.”

While Russian people claim borsch as their own, it has been a daily staple in Ukrainian kitchens for centuries (Credit: Olga Nikiforova/Alamy)

So what exactly does this Soviet food bible say about borsch? Chapter 6 (“Soups”) starts with cabbage-based Shchi, listing six different recipes, after which comes “Borsch”, then “Summer Borsch” (featuring squash, celery and beetroot greens), followed lastly by a differentiated “Ukrainian Borsch”. (Imagine an American cookbook with multiple recipes for tacos, finishing with “Mexican tacos”, and that’s what it sounds like.)

According to Mikoyan’s recipe, standard borsch contains meat, beetroot, cabbage, root vegetables, onions, tomato paste, vinegar and sugar, while “Ukrainian” borsch contains meat, cabbage, potatoes, beetroot, tomato paste, carrot, parsnip, onion, bacon, butter, vinegar and garlic, garnished with sour cream and chopped parsley. The Ukrainian recipe, framed as a separate iteration of the standardised version, is by far the most well-known today.

While the broader world may consider borsch as a quintessentially “Russian” food, very few non-Russians are acquainted with the much less-exciting Russian variant shchi. As a basic cabbage soup, shchi is effectively borsch without the beetroot.

An 1823 Russian dictionary of Ukrainian words defined borsch as “the same thing as shchi”, while an 1842 book of Russian etymology differentiates between Russian shchi (referring to sour cabbage) and Ukrainian borsch, a word that in fact references the soup’s traditional ingredient of hogweed, or borschevik. Hogweed (Heracleum sphondylium) grows throughout Eurasia, but the plant flourishes in the marshy areas around the Danube and Dnipro (Dnepr in Russian) river deltas. Long before the modern-day countries of Russia or Ukraine existed, the people of the Black Sea region boiled soup from the pickled stems, leaves and flowers of the hogweed plant. Recipe books show that the Ukrainians added beetroot.

Borsch likely entered the Soviet mainstream when Stalin’s Commissar of Food, Anastas Mikoyan (right), established a Soviet national cuisine (Credit: TASS/Getty Images)

Similar-yet-separate culture and geography make the untangling of Russian and Ukrainian history an almost impossible task. Pro-Russian ideologues use the region’s complex past to promote a rewritten history that draws a straight line from the current Russian regime back to the original Slavic civilisation. To that end, in its tweet, the Russian Foreign Ministry doubled down on its historical bias by reframing of the origins of borsch from “Russian” hogweed that dates back to the “Ancient Rus” of the 10th Century.

The problem with this statement is that Ancient Rus was centred in Kyiv (Kiev in Russian), now the capital of Ukraine. Over the past millennium, Ukraine’s largest city has been defined by repeated invasion, occupations and violent uprisings – often against the stronghold of Russian influence over Ukrainian politics. Rebranding Ukraine’s national food staple as Russian is even more ironic and offensive in light of the Holodomor, Stalin’s manmade famine of 1932-33, when forced collectivisation, aggressive grain procurement and confiscation of food stores led to the starvation of millions of Ukrainians. The exact number of dead, and whether the famine should be considered a genocide, remains a sticking point that is still debated and denied by Russians.

The cookbook made all these dishes part of Soviet culture and thereby ‘Russian’

The battle over borsch and its meaning continues online, most notably around the soup’s official definition. Ukrainian Wikipedia lists borsch as “found in Ukrainian, Belarusian, Polish, Lithuanian, Iranian and Jewish national cuisines,” but fails to mention Russian cuisine. Meanwhile, Russian-language Wikipedia says: “Borsch is a type of beet-based soup, giving it a characteristic red colour. A traditional dish of the Eastern Slavs, it is a common first course in Ukrainian cuisine.”

Admittedly, the wider, non-Slavic world views borsch as Russian, while Poles know it only as beloved Polish barszcz. This is also problematic since at least half of Ukraine was occupied by Poland for several centuries. Meanwhile, the common English spelling of borscht (with a “t”) derives from the Yiddish transliteration, since the soup was introduced to the west primarily by Jewish refugees fleeing Eastern Europe. Food travels with people, which is why borsch is now popular worldwide.

Mikoyan’s Book of Tasty and Healthy Food included recipes that catered to the more than 100 different ethnic populations in the USSR (Credit: Bernard Bisson/Sygma/Getty Images)

“The soup is everywhere now,” said Dima Martseniuk, head chef at Veselka. “Maybe like 5% of Russians say it’s theirs, but the other 95% know that borsch is Ukrainian. I mean, I’m not going to pick a fight over it.” More than nationalism, what matters to Martseniuk is how the soup tastes, since he makes and serves hundreds of gallons of borsch every week.

“My grandma’s classic recipe begins with pork stock boiled from rib bones. Then you have to use sweet cabbage – not the heavy kind. Then it’s important that you cook the other ingredients on the side, in a separate frying pan. You have to sauté them – the onion, carrot and shredded beetroot. Then you add sunflower oil, butter, spices, ketchup or tomato paste. And be sure to add something acidic – white vinegar or lemon juice – that helps preserve the deep red colour.”

His less-traditional tip? “Try making borsch in a pizza oven,” Martseniuk said. The open flame apparently does wonders to the cooking and it tastes really good.

The Book of Tasty and Healthy Food’s chapter on soups begins with shchi, which is effectively borsch without the beetroot (Credit: Vladislav Gudovskiy/Alamy)

Variation is the real beauty of borsch, and across Ukraine, I’ve encountered countless varieties of the soup – with or without meat, beans or certain spices.

“There are as many versions of borsch as there are Eastern European grandmas,” said Tom Birchard, owner of Veselka. “People have an emotional attachment to the soup, and everybody has their own idea of what it is.”

There are as many versions of borsch as there are Eastern European grandmas

I learned how to make borsch while living in Kharkiv, the second largest city in Ukraine less than 30km from the Russian border. My teacher, Tanya Karabanova, was a bona fide babulya (Ukrainian grandmother) who insisted that the best borsch came from careful cutting and separate cooking of each ingredient so that every subtle vegetable flavour comes out. She was adamant that I never chop the cabbage into squares, resulting in what she called “stolovaya”, or “cafeteria-style”, borsch – the kind of soulless, watery-brown sustenance ladled out in schools, military bases or prisons. Instead, she told me to “rotate the cabbage downwards while shaving finely along the edge, forming long, fine, crescents of translucent cabbage”.

“With borsch, everyone is right,” Lew explained. “Ukrainians are fiercely independent and defensive about their food and how authentic it is. For me, the key thing is to have the right beets – young, sweet summer beets. I’m a big fan of meatless borsch – and I like beans in my borsch because that’s the way I was raised. Sour cream, absolutely, and I like a bit of kvas (a fermented beverage) in the back note – the sour offsets the sweetness and richness of the beet.”

Ukrainian borsch, made with meat, cabbage, potatoes and beetroot, is by far the best-known version (Credit: Deb Lindsey For The Washington Post/Getty Images)

Lew buys her ingredients in the farmers’ markets of New York City, insisting on using the freshest ingredients. Descended from an immigrant family, Lew admits that like borsch, her own life story has spread across the globe.

“Food is part of culture and identity, but people move,” she said. “Food can be shared, and it can unite people – but food can travel. Things get sticky when you try to deny people the food that they have been raised on for generations, and I would never want to deny someone their cultural heritage simply because they were raised in Soviet times.”

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Petrosha’s Best Turkey Soup Ever!i

Happy Thanksgiving all. I had a couple of requests to post this turkey soup today. Hope you enjoy it!

Petrosha’s Best Turkey Soup ever!

Ingredients:

Carcass from cooked turkey, with some meat bits still on.

10 cups water

3 stalks celery, chopped

2 onions, chopped

4 carrots, peeled and diced

3 potatoes, peeled and diced

1/2 cup sherry (optional)

1/2 cup chicken soup base (such as Oxo)

1 cup pearl barley

1 can of Cream of Celery or Cream of Chicken soup

Boil the carcass of the turkey in a large pot of water for 3 – 4 hours. Add a couple of cloves of garlic, a chopped onion, spices such as thyme, oregano, sage for flavour. When the extra bits of meat slips easily off the bones, strain through a sieve. If you can find larger pieces of turkey meat, chop these into small pieces and add them back to the broth. Ensure that you strain out all tiny bits of bone.

Cool the turkey stock in the fridge overnight. All the excess fat will accumulate on the top. Scrape this off and discard.

Next day, pour the turkey stock into a large pot (add up to 10 cups of water to fill your pot if needed.)

Add the chicken soup base, chopped celery, onions, carrots, potato, sherry as well as the pearl barley. Bring this up to a rolling boil, and after about 20 minutes, turn down the stove and continue simmering for another hour or longer. You want to ensure that the vegetables and the barley are thoroughly cooked.

Now here’s the secret Ukrainian ingredient…add one can of cream of chicken or cream of celery soup to the pot. I do not use mushroom because this throws off the flavour.  Stir it in well and continue simmering. This one can will give the homemade soup just the right amount of thickener as well as add extra flavour.  It’s easy and takes the guess work out of adding a thickener.

If desired, add some freshly ground pepper and chopped parsley to taste. No need to add salt as there’s plenty in the canned soup.

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Thankful for many things!

As mentioned in a previous post, I recently retired.  I was a grade school teacher and I taught in the public school system for over 35 years.  Old habits die hard and therefore when Thanksgiving comes around, I am reminded of paper bag turkeys, paper mache cornucopia and little children wearing paper hats that boast a turkey’s head and colorful tail feathers glued in place.  Thanksgiving weekend is a wonderful time to reflect on good memories.

I am not going to reminisce here about school at this time.  I would however like to tell you about a special friendship that I am very thankful for.  This friendship was forged many years ago prior to my becoming a teacher.

As you know I grew up in a very small village and in order to attend university, I had to leave home and live in a city many miles away.  This was a very big change for me and that September, I was quite anxious about being alone and not knowing anyone in the “big” city.

The first day of my new university life was scary to me.  My parents did accompany me to my residence and were quite supportive of me venturing out on my own.  But I quickly found out that was as far as it went.  I really had hoped that at least my mom would come with me to help me register at the university’s Registar office.  But my mom said no, this was something I needed to do on my own.

“The other kids will not know anyone and will be feeling like you so just smile at them and maybe even say hello.”

With that in mind, I ventured off to the Registrar’s office and lined up with other first year students.  As I recall, I looked around and everyone seemed so sure of themselves and I really felt out of place.  Many thoughts went through my mind.  Had I bitten off more than I could chew?  Was this really what I wanted to do?  Maybe I should just turn around and get out of there.   And I started to.

It was at that moment that I did turn around that I came face to face with a girl who smiled at me.  I smiled back and then I said “Hello, my name is Petrosha”.   She said hello back and told me her name was Debbie.  We started up a conversation in that line up and well, as the saying goes, the rest is history.  I stayed in that line up and this girl Debbie became my new friend that day.

After that first meeting, we started to socialize together and we even visited each other’s small towns and met with each other’s families.  A few months later, we ended up renting a house together.  There were many times when we supported one another.  For instance, it was tough to get up for some of our boring English classes that started at 8:00am.  But we did. We motivated each other to study and complete our assignments.  I recall one night when we stayed up together until 4:30am dictating and typing a History essay that was due that same morning!

After graduating from university Debbie and I worked in different towns but we continued to stay in touch.  We shared many life events including standing up for each other at our weddings and watching our children play together whenever we visited one another.  When driving through the prairies we always stopped in for a visit and picked up exactly where we had last time we visited.

We just spent an enjoyable weekend together and yes, we picked up our conversations just like it had been yesterday when we last saw each other.

It has now been 44 years since that first meeting in the registration line up.  With the Thanksgiving weekend coming up, it just felt right to share this slice of my life story with you.  I am truly blessed and thankful for my friendships.  Thank you to all of you who are my followers.   Happy Thanksgiving!

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Chebureki – Ukrainian Meat Pies

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As the season is changing from hot Summer days to cooler Autumn temperatures, I thought that perhaps you may enjoy a warm Street Food! Although I have not been to Ukraine, I have heard of Chebureki.

There seem to be many variations to this simple street food.  I first heard of Chebureki from a fellow Ukrainian language school classmate.  My friend raved about them.  My Ukrainian school teacher then told us how she made them.

I went in search of this recipe and after trying a few other recipes posted on several Russian and Ukrainian recipe sites, I have come up with my own rendition of Chebureki.  I hope you enjoy them!

Dough Ingredients:

  • 2 1/2 cups white flour
  • 1/2 tsp. white sugar
  • 6 Tbsp. olive oil
  • 1/4 – 1/2 cups water, hot
  • 1 tsp. vodka (optional)

Into a large mixing bowl, add the flour, sugar, oil and vodka.  If you prefer, leave out the vodka or just drink a shot!

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Heat the water to very hot, but not boiling and pour small amounts slowly into the dry ingredients, stirring the entire time.  It will be sticky.  Mix well to combine and then tip out onto a counter surface that has been lightly dusted with flour.  Knead until the dough is soft and smooth, no longer sticky.  If too wet, incorporate a bit more flour. Place in plastic wrap or place in a covered bowl.  

Now it’s time to make the filling.

 

Filling Ingredients:

  • 1 large onion, chopped fine
  • 2 – 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 cup beef and pork ground meat
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 2 Tbsp. oil (Crisco, Mazola)
  • 1 cup Salsa (store-bought or homemade)
  • 1 tsp. of various herbs or if you love spicy foods, add hot sauce (optional)

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On a medium temperature setting, add the oil, chopped onions, garlic and ground meat to a fry pan.  Cook until the meat is fully cooked, about 8-10 minutes.  Remove from the stove.  Drain the excess fats and then stir in the salsa.  If you are using the hot sauce, add it now as well.  I have found that 1 teaspoon was plenty hot enough, but if you like spicy heat, add more.  Set this mixture aside.

On a lightly floured surface, roll out the dough to about 1/8″ thickness.  If you are making appetizer-size chebureki, use a 2-3″ cookie cutter (you can also use a glass or an empty soup can) to cut out circles.  This is the same procedure as when you cut dough out for perogies.

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Place 1 -2 tsp. of the cooked meat filling onto the circles and fold over, sealing the edges.  Ensure the edges are tightly closed.  Cover with a tea towel to prevent them from drying out as you continue making the chebureki.  This recipe will make 24 – 36 small (2″ diameter) or 6 – 8 (4″ diameter).

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In a large fry pan, heat the oil on a medium temperature.  Test to see if the oil is ready and hot enough by just dropping a very small bit of dough into the oil.  It should sizzle and float.

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Fry the chebureki on both sides until a golden brown, about 3 minutes per side.

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Drain onto paper towels to soak up any extra oil.

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Serve immediately.  Store in an airtight container in the fridge or freeze up to a month.  These can be reheated in an oven for 10 minutes or put into the microwave for 3 minutes.

 

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