Showing posts with label life in russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life in russia. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mama, we got you some macaroni!


So said my 2.5-year-old, bearing a box of macarons from Cafe Michel.  ("Macaroni" is actually the correct Russian plural of "macaron," but it was still funny to hear.)

Jeremy took the girls out on a mission to get me flowers and macarons after church today, and he came back with a load of free loot.  As we've mentioned before, Russians love kids and are always much nicer if you happen to have one with you.  But a man alone with not one, but two kids?

Fuhgeddaboudit. 

Although you do see men out with their kids in Moscow, I am told that the absent or alcoholic husband and father is still quite common. 

So, the flower lady was so taken with Jeremy and our girls that, after he purchased a bouquet, she asked how many years we had been married, and then presented him with a hyacinth plant for each year (and fraction thereof). 

At Cafe Michel, where Jeremy bought me 10 macarons, he received as a freebie three boxes of mini-macarons.  One each for the girls and one for him.  (We had already eaten one box by the time I took this photo).

Saturday, May 5, 2012

May Day

Russians had Monday and Tuesday off for May 1.  As usual, the holiday was advertised on billboards and flyers all over the city.  We took advantage of Tuesday's Embassy holiday to take a long walk around the city and see some of the marches.

The communists gathered under a large statue of Lenin at a major intersection near Gorky Park.  The marchers wore designer jeans, and the father of the USSR Lenin was overshadowed by huge signs hawking Hitachi and Canon, yet I was reminded powerfully of snippets of memories from 25 years ago that still lurk in my brain. Though the government has tried to recast May 1 as a holiday both of workers AND spring planting, there were many indications that the Soviet Union isn't quite dead.


As many roads were closed to traffic, we wove the Phil and Ted in and out of lane markings, down a large thoroughfare somewhat eerily flanked by hundreds of Moscow's finest.  We learned later that Putin and Medvedev were both to walk that route alongside one of the marching groups.



There were other marches, too.  And while the communists' parade route was staffed by unarmed police, the balloon-carriers got armed militia.  Things that make you go hmmm.



Thursday, May 3, 2012

Mayonnaise

Russians love mayonnaise.  I mean, they really love it.  I have been meaning for two years to take a photo of the mayonnaise aisle (yes, mayonnaise gets its own aisle) at the hypermarket.  I finally got some photos (taken surreptitiously, having already learned that they don't like you taking photos at Auchan).




They have "classic" mayonnaise, mayonnaise "Provencal," olive oil mayonnaise, quail's egg mayonnaise, Lenten (vegan) mayonnaise, chili-flavored mayonnaise, horseradish-flavored mayonnaise, light versions of all of these, and other flavors.  I have never seen so much mayonnaise in one place.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Stupid kids crossing

I did not finish my sewing project yesterday, so there is no KCWC post today.  Yesterday Jeremy and I left the kids with the nanny and drove out to Izmailovo souvenir market to do our last shopping run.  Though it was Saturday, it was a workday for the Russians, who have Monday and Tuesday off for May Day.  Thus, we spent a lot of time stuck in traffic.  During which we saw this on the back of a van filled with children:


The Russian says "Attention! Children running out!"  The English ... you can read for yourself.

Friday, April 27, 2012

KCWC Day 5

I didn't know what I was going to sew today.  Then yesterday, while at the fabric store buying buttons for the sailboat pants, I saw this fabric.  Folded up on the rack, all I could see was the flower side.  It was love at first sight, but I didn't know what I would do with it.  I decided to buy it anyway.  It wasn't until the shop girl unfolded it to cut, that I saw the cranes.  And immediately the fabric had a destiny.



It became another Ice Cream Top for N.  Tomorrow I think it will also become an Ice Cream Top for Z.  I really love how it turned out, and I think she does too (when I showed it to her, she didn't immediately fuss).

Front.


Back.

KCWC Day 4 and HOORAY for spring!

Yesterday I sewed another pair of Sailboat Pants for N.  I had done a straight 3T version when I first got the pattern, but they were way, way too big around the waist, even with a cloth diaper.  So this time, I cut out an 18-24 month size, but lengthened the rise and the inseam to 3T.  This worked better, but still doesn't fit great with a cloth diaper on.  Works well with a disposable though (as in these photos).  She, not surprisingly, isn't a big fan of these pants.  She'll have to get over that because I love them, and also happen to believe that red-and-white stripes are a neutral that go with most things :)




Also, a gratuitous hooray-for-gorgeous-weather photo from yesterday afternoon's outing.


Yes, it was really warm enough for a tank top and sunny enough for sun hats!  Spring in Moscow is just awesome.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Scavenger hunt

You get two posts today.  I know - it's crazy.  I want to blog every day about KCWC, but I have also been meaning to put this post up for awhile.

The weather has been gorgeous the last few days.  Last week wasn't bad either, so we tried to spend as much time as possible outside.  One afternoon, after the girls got up from their respective naps/quiet time, we went on a scavenger hunt.  I had found some pre-made picture scavenger hunt pages online, but they were very U.S.-centric.  Squirrels, for example, are something we don't see around the city too often.  So I drew a bunch of pictures of things I thought we'd find on a piece of paper (full disclosure: actually I traced many of these pictures from drawings I found on the web), gave each kid a copy and a crayon, and off we went.




















I did not put a flower on the sheet because I really didn't think we'd find any, but I was wrong!



This was a great activity that occupied us for about 45 minutes. I see more scavenger hunts in the future!

Monday, April 16, 2012

XPUCTOC BOCKPECE

Christ is Risen, translated into Russian, is one of those cool words that you can write in Russian while using the English alphabet.  Good thing, because I don't know how to type in Russian.

Anyway, He has risen and we celebrated.  We went to the midnight service at the church near the Embassy again.  Poor Zoia did not enjoy the joyous shouting of "XPUCTOC BOCKPECE" (Christ is Risen) and "BOUCTUNY BOCKPRECE" (Truly He is Risen!).  She tried her hardest not to cry, but it was too loud for her little ears.

The next morning the girls excavated their Easter baskets and we hosted a large party.  It was nearly 60 degrees and everyone hung out outside.  Like I said, Pascha always brings in the spring.

Also, I made a few decorations:







Paint chips!  Thank you Pinterest.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Could it be?

Why yes ... I think it is.  Spring is here.  It's kind of stubbornly dragging its feet as most days do start out in the high 20s or low 302, but the only precipitation we've had in the last five days has been rain.  And the snow is melting.  And I even see a couple of buds peeking up through the soil where the landscapers have begun beautifying the Embassy compound.  AND it's supposed to be in the 60s on Sunday!  Pascha always seems to bring in the spring.

It's not quite warm enough to just wear our raincoats (even if they are lined with fleece), but the down jackets are starting to feel slightly overkill-ish. 





Monday, April 9, 2012

Palm Sunday and some eggs

Though most of you probably celebrated Easter yesterday, we've got another week to go.  So we spent the weekend dyeing Easter eggs and marking Palm Sunday.  We cut out all artificial colors and flavors from our diet not long ago, and thus, we decided to make our own natural dyes for the eggs this year. We dyed brown eggs, white eggs, and a carton's worth of quail eggs that I picked up on impulse at the supermarket last weekend.  For our natural dyes, we tried: red cabbage, beets, red onion skins, red wine, turmeric, and simmered spinach.



Natasha and Zoia helped fill the pots with the natural dye stuffs.


Zoia didn't quite understand what was going on; she thought we were making soup.


Natasha enjoyed a rare opportunity to stand at the stove.  Just looking at this photograph makes me nervous.


Zoia also wanted to dip eggs in the dye.  Here she is dipping a brown egg into a bowl of hot beet juice. 


Here's Natasha, dipping some raw white eggs into a pot of onion-skin-dyed water.  We tried two methods - immersing already cooked eggs into hot dye, and boiling raw eggs along with the dye stuff.  I had red that the boiling method worked better, but I messed up my experiment by only boiling brown eggs ahead of time, so the only eggs that boiled along with the dyestuff were the white ones.  Kind of hard to compare.


Here's a cool trick.  So, when you boil red cabbage, it turns the water a lovely Smurfy blue (the jar on the left).  But if you add a glug of vinegar, the cabbage juice instantly turns bright fuschia (the jar on the right).  I didn't try to dye any eggs in the fuschia (another experimental fail; I didn't plan ahead at all!), but the blue dye actually took quite nicely.


After we'd immersed all our eggs, we had dinner and Z entertained us with tricks.


Then we checked on our eggs.   I only put quail eggs in my red wine.  The wine did dye the outside of the eggshell a deep brown, but it also actually ate away at the outer, brown speckly part completely.


This is what a red-wine-dyed quail egg looks like when you remove the brown peel.  That is still shell there - just the inner layer of the shell.


And here is the finished product.  The quail eggs took the dye the best.  The brown ones on the edges were dyed in the onion skins.  The yellow ones in the middle were dyed in turmeric.  The blues were all cabbage juice, although I think a couple of them were in the beet juice first (which did nothing).  The funky white-and-black ones are red wine.  


These are all onion skin and cabbage.  The chicken eggs that hung out in the beet juice and the turrmeric water, and the spinach juice, didn't take on much color at all, so I overdyed them all in the red onion mixture.  I think next year we will have far more red onion peels, and we'll leave the eggs in that mixture and in the cabbage juice longer.


Palm Sunday morning.  Again - it is still quite cold here - 30ish on Sunday.  I was just an irresponsible mom and let them hang out outside to get these pictures of them in their green dresses.


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

April in Moscow

The weather has been so frustrating the last week. It's either sunny and below freezing, or in the mid-30s, but overcast and snowy.  Monday was the former, so we decided to go outside and get some vitamin D.



Gross.


We got another inch of snow on Tuesday, but this morning it looks like some might be starting to melt.  The end of the 10-day forecast predicts weather in the low 40s with partly sunny skies.  We're getting there ...

Monday, March 19, 2012

The only blooming trees in Moscow

It's still winter here (as anyone who has been around me for five minutes can attest - I grumble about it all the time).  But we came across some trees in full bloom last weekend.


These are metal trees installed by the city to hold padlocks placed there by lovers who inscribe them with their names.  The trees were put there to stop people from padlocking the bridge.  I had to laugh at Tikhon and Evgenia's outsized purple padlock, though.  Guess they wanted to stand out.