Friday, November 7, 2008

11 Candles




It is Marina’s birthday, a happy day. I ring the bell and get through the first door to the flat. Someone unlocks the door to the apartment, I already want to say hello to the unlocked door but remember that I have to wait until I get over the trench. “Never say hello before you enter the house!" the Russian teacher has told us from the first day, "Never!”
So I get inside and am welcomed by Marina and her parents. I haven’t seen her father since the first week of my arrival and our ‘potato-picking day’ and he greets me in German. But soon he notices my improvement in Russian and the German becomes unnecessary.
It is still early in the evening and I help to prepare the table and some of the dishes.
Rasped carrot shortly fried with fried onions.
Stuffed chicken with bacon, onion and mushrooms.
Chinese cabbage with ‘tworag’ (cottage cheese), dill, walnuts and garlic.
Clown-apples
Rasped cheese with garlic and mayonnaise.
Sandwiches with butter and ikra = red caviar
Homemade pickled cucumber
Potato mouse from real/personal picked potatoes
Salted tomatos
Some members of the family are still missing while the guests start.
We toast with Champaign, first on Marina, later on the parents, and then something else, cannot remember, though you always toast on something. Za……
Aunt Natasha has made two wonderful cakes, a pink one and a white one.
Marina blows all the 11 (there are a few missing though ;)) in one go and we continue the dinner with tea, cake and sweets…

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