Sunday night we said Do svidaniya to Russia, a wonderful dinner that even included some actual Russian friends….three sweet girls who came to this country just over a year ago through God’s gift of adoption. We adore these sweet friends and their mommy and daddy and it was very special to celebrate our final evening with them.
Upon their arrival, we took the opportunity to use the little Russian we do know “privyet” and welcomed them excitedly to our family’s first (hopefully of many) Russian dinners.
Russian Dinner Menu
This “beet” soup (with leeks, carrots, celery, cabbage, garlic and onions) was absolutely delicious, although our native Russians weren’t convinced it was Borscht and kept saying, “It should be red”. (Guess that’s what happens when you use golden beets instead of red.) Honestly though, we have leftovers and ate this again last night and probably again tonight and will make it often as it is quite healthy and full of flavor.
I have to admit, I did a TERRIBLE job on the dough for these, but the filling was amazing! I’ll have to attempt it again and mess around with the dough.
(Both the borscht and pirozhki recipes were from here.)
Borscht and pirozhki typically are served together in Russia and from what we learned, quite common.
For dessert, we paired this hot chocolate (more like a pudding, topped with orange flavored sour cream), with
The blinis were a big hit and, since we aren’t big caviar fans, opted for the sweet version instead of the savory.
All in all, it was a wonderful dinner, but what really made the night was sharing it with our special friends.
And now I’m finding myself once again, wishing we could have stayed in Russia a bit longer. Often as we get to the end of our week, we have become so acquainted with the culture and immersed ourselves so completely that it can be hard to pick up and move on. Fortunately, I feel, this creates a desire to really go and visit the places we’re learning about and hopefully we can keep these connections alive.
Thank you Russia! We will continue to dance to the balalaika and remember you as we point our toes in ballet.