America + 18 percent

Sometimes that's what Moscow feels like.

Prices on most items here include a value-added tax - either 10 or 18 percent, depending.  As diplomats, we are supposed to get that tax back, but it doesn't always happen.  With so many familiar establishments here (IKEA, Starbucks, McDonald's H&M, and the newly arrived GAP and Banana Republic, etc.), the price mark-up is pretty evident.

Today we checked out a new mall near the Embassy.  It's so new that it was nearly empty, at least compared to the other malls around.  It has many stores you know and love as well as a fancy movie theater complete with IMAX and the ritziest food court I've ever seen.  It even has interactive touch-screen directories that give you directions to the store you want, including which elevator or escalator to take.  It's just as nice, though a bit less spendy, than Tyson's II.  This prompted me to remark to Jeremy that, lame as it may be, I thought dinner and a movie at the mall might actually be a fun midwinter's date night.

Today, however, we checked out the installation of giant matryoshka dolls on the mezzanine, and hit H&M, where I bought a couple of reasonably priced, if marked up 18 percent, blouses.

I was a bit disappointed at the matryoshkas, though.  I was hoping to see them look like actual matryoshka dolls - with faces, and in graduated sizes.  The girls enjoyed running and crawling around the mezzanine though.  And as it was spitting rain outside all day, this was a good use of everyone's energy.

How I make my own life more difficult

I have plans.  Lots of plans.  They always seem small, like, I'm going to sew this, or I'm going to cook that.  Sometimes they take a bit more time and energy than I had anticipated.  But that is not the problem. 

The problem is my inability to quit when things get too difficult.  Case in point: I found a recipe for butternut squash gnocchi.  I'd never made gnocchi before, but I recently discovered butternut squash (I think maybe my dad hates it; that tends to explain the omission of a few foods from my childhood diet), and man, is that stuff tasty!  I decided to make it for Natasha's birthday dinner today.  But as the recipe is a bit involved, I had to start yesterday morning.  First you have to roast the squash, then squeeze out the juice, then make the dough.  Then you have to chill the dough.  Then you roll it out into long ropes, cut it, and put the classic gnocchi grooves into it.  Last night around 9:30, as I was rolling out the stupid dough and thinking about everything else I needed to get done before Natasha's birthday, would have been a good time to quit.

But the dough was already made!  All I had to do was roll it out, cut it, and painstakingly press every.single.little.piece into the tines of a fork.  Never mind that I had never had any kind of gnocchi, much less this recipe.  Never mind that I had no idea whether anyone in my family would even like it.  Nor that I still had to finish sewing Natasha's present (more on that below), wrap the presents family had sent and making frosting and frost the cupcakes.  No.  I had started the blasted gnocchi, and I needed to finish them.  It took me an hour and a half.

Well, here they are, uncooked and looking rough since it's not dinnertime yet.  Fingers crossed that my kids and husband like them.

Which brings me to Natasha's gift.  I got it in my head a few months ago that I was going to make her some felt food for her birthday.  And, since I like to complicate everything, I decided this food needed to be made out of wool felt, not the acrylic stuff that you can buy at the craft store.  Wool felt is crazy expensive.  It does feel a bit nicer than acrylic, plus it's not made of recycled Mountain Dew bottles.  I know, good for the environment, but maybe not so much for my kids' health.  Before you jump down my throat - I concede they're probably fine.  I'm just weird like that. 

Anyway.  The combination of wool felt being expensive, my being too cheap to buy felt food patterns (ironic, no?), and my limited artistic abilities, made me terrified to cut into the felt for fear of messing up.  And that meant that I was way behind where I ought to have been, volume-wise, and is the reason I decided I had to make a box for the felt ravioli at 10 p.m. yesterday.  Here's the finished cache.  Minus the pear, apple, pumpkin, cabbage, etc., etc., that I didn't get around to.  Christmas is coming, right?

Of course, N picked up the felt watermelon, tasted it, proclaimed it "kaka" and put it back.  Oh well.  She'll appreciate it later, right?

At this time two years ago ...

... I was in early labor with Natasha.  My sister was hanging out with me while we waited.  We went to Marshall's where I bought a green dutch oven.  I cooked dinner in it tonight and thought about the anticipation of that day.  When was the baby going to arrive?  Would it be a boy (as I had long thought, so much for mother's intuition)?  What would the baby look like?  I had to wait another 27 hours to find out.

It was worth it.  Since birth (well, maybe since the end of the colic stage), this child has lit up every room she has entered.  Her laughter is irresistibly contagious.  She is funny and headstrong and full of life. 

Tonight after Z went to bed, Natasha and I drank hot chocolate and read books.  Then I rocked her for about half an hour before bed - a very rare occurrence these days.  And I thought about how, surely, it can't be true that we've had her for two whole years.

We'll be having more of those tomorrow.

Yum.

Sergiev Posad

So, the jarring realization that we have seen basically nothing of this country spurred us to drive out of town yesterday.  We chose for our destination Sergiev Posad, whose monastery is considered the spiritual heart of Russia.  It is named for St. Sergius of Radonezh, who became Russia's patron saint in the 14th century, and is about 70 kilometers outside of Moscow.  Google Maps, taking into account Moscow's horrendous traffic, cheerfully estimated that the journey would take 15 hours and 25 minutes.  Hmm.  Now that I think about it, actually, Jeremy may have asked for walking directions.  In any case, we made it there, and including the 25 minutes we spent looking for parking near both the monastery and food, the drive took about 2.5 hours.

We did not make our goal to arrive early and leave right around nap time - we actually arrived at Sergiev Posad right at nap time.  So the girls were a bit cranky.  Also, it was pouring rain.  We managed to visit two of the three churches within the monastery walls, drink some water from the spring in the middle of the complex, and do a little shopping before getting a late lunch.  Had Jeremy and I gone without the kids, we would have tried to visit one of the museums, but we were already pushing our luck.

Natasha also had ample opportunity to chase pigeons, which, as you can see, weren't exactly scarce.  St. Paul's has nothing on the Trinity Sergius Lavra.

Then we headed inside to get some shashlik for lunch.  The girls were reasonably well behaved, particularly considering how painfully slow the service was.  But we left the table quite a mess and Natasha had some near-collisions with wait staff carrying heavy trays.

On the way home (which only took about 1.5 hours), we passed some little villages populated with adorable houses like these.

It's definitely a different world from the skyscrapers and fancy cars of Moscow.  We were driving behind a Rolls Royce for several miles before this photo, just a block from the Embassy, was taken.

All in all, a successful venture and a good trial run for future road trips.  We hope to go a little further and get to one or two of the Golden Ring cities before we leave next summer. 

Farmers' Market

I know farmers' markets are a summer thing, but for me, they are inextricably linked to fall.  I don't know why.  I will occasionally stumble upon a market in summer and buy a few things, but it's when the weather gets crisp and slightly overcast and the hats and scarves come out that I start going regularly.  (And then, at the end of October, I lament not having gone sooner - you'd think I would have smartened up by now.)  There's just something about walking around a market, sampling local apples with a cup of steaming coffee in hand.  I guess it's good for my wallet that there are no Starbucks near the market closest to the Embassy, as the chain is even more overpriced in Russia than in the U.S.  Anyone for a $7 Frappuccino?  No?  Me neither.

The double-stroller parade left the Embassy compound mid-morning, and by the time we had made the mile-ish walk to the market, the toddlers had some energy to expend.

We returned home with sweet peppers, potatoes, carrots, Swiss chard, parsnips, basil, cilantro, corn, cucumbers, apples and grapes.  Total cost: about 1.5 times as much as I would have paid at the supermarket (though I could not have found several of these items there).  But it's more fun this way, plus I got some exercise.