In my neighborhood the Russians have the best parties. In a a boring suburb where most parties are dry, involve low fat foods and desserts are only nibbled at, my Russian neighbors stand out with their extravagant celebrations. Every holiday finds me peeking over the fence, envying the large family gatherings, the easy conversation and the vodka bottles on every table.
It is more than the parties though. Russian men seem to adore their women and the women seem to be made to be adored – robust, big hair, full make up and always dressed to the nines. And their jewelry – it is always real, always gorgeous.
I’ve been feeling kind of gray and blah and haven’t been able to generate any spark or sass. I mean I blogged my cat, with pictures, for pity sake. I took a walk outside this afternoon (ok I thought about taking a walk outside) and got to thinking about the party my Russian neighbors had last week. They had spark. They had sass. I want me some of that.
There is no party tonight across the fence and I can’t put this off. I have to start today.
So here it is the Five Husbands Russian Revolution.
Beets and vodka. Beets for their renown healing powers and vodka because it is the perfect food. It is both alcohol and a vegetable. If I add a hard boiled egg I have a complete balanced meal.