A Cooking Blog Competition!

Chef Sally Jane Elsewhere, Entertaining, Events

858966_454610451278272_303524193_o (1)It’s been an exciting week for me here at An American Chef In London. I became a British citizen of all things to start off the week and now, here at the end of it, I’ve had more viewers of my blog than ever before due to the Moscow Food Memory Piece that was posted in today.com’s food section.  I’m thrilled to have so many new followers and readers.  For those of you who didn’t see it, I’ve included the story below or you can click on the title and be redirected to the today.com site. So thank you!  I hope you’ll keep spreading the word.

With that in mind, I would love it if you would take the time to nominate me as your favorite cooking blog on the fantastic thekitchn.com site.  They even have a category especially for your favorite cooking blog from abroad!  The more nominations I get before next Friday, February 21st the better my chances of getting through to the next round.  The nomination period starts today.  Click here to be directed to the competition: http://www.thekitchn.com/nominate-your-favorite-food-blogs-for-the-homies-awards-the-homies-2014-200239

Thank you everyone for your continued support.  It often feels like I’m working in a vacuum over here so far away from home, but things are starting to pick up and that’s with your help.  Happy Valentines Day to you all. xx

For the love of borscht: Fond memories and Russian recipes for your Olympics watch party

Sally HurstTODAY contributor
Make a Russian feast to celebrate the Olympics! From left: Borscht shooters, blini with caviar and dumplings with meat.

Perhaps I’m giving away my age when I tell you that I vividly remember the last time Russia hosted the Olympics. Of course, back in the summer of 1980, it was still the Soviet Union and the Cold War was so entrenched that the American delegation ended up boycotting the Games. However, as a 7-year-old American journalist’s kid being driven to the Anglo-American School in our boxy Russian Zhiguli car with the smiling face of Mischa Bear — the Moscow Olympic mascot — the geopolitical nuances that surrounded me went straight over my head.

Now the Sochi Winter Olympics are in full swing, and while the Soviet Union has gone the way of the Walkman and Cosby sweaters, my nostalgia for the country I called home for so many formative years remains. The Americans aren’t boycotting this time, although there are strong concerns about human rights and security in this southern region of the country. And while the debates rage on, I, now a chef and food writer, am caught up in wistful daydreams about the Russia I knew and the food that defines it in my memory.

My family spent most of the years between 1979 and 1990 in Moscow, living in a foreigners’ compound near the center of town. We were given housekeepers and drivers, ostensibly on the payroll of my father’s employers, but most certainly doing double-duty for the KGB, minding our every move. However, Svetlana, Volodya, Yuri and Ludmilla became like surrogate aunts and uncles to me. They were the closest relationships with the locals we were ever permitted to have and the people who taught me the most about the Russian soul.

Writer Sally Hurst in Red Square

Courtesy Sally Hurst
Writer Sally Hurst as a child, left, in Moscow’s Red Square.

It was at the apron strings of Svetlana that I threw my first dinner party for my family in the fourth grade. She helped me prepare chilli and a big green salad. I remember watching her flip blinis for hours in her special cast iron skillet as she and my mother rushed to finish canapés for 100 impending guests.

Later, when I attended Soviet high school, my best friend Elina took me to her hometown of Ordzhonikidze, not far from where the Sochi games will be held in the Caucasus Mountains. Her mother served us a sturgeon soup when we arrived from the airport, so good I’d love to recreate it properly. On that trip we gorged on pelmeni (dumplings) and cheese-filled bread and blini with caviar (it most certainly was not the luxury item it is here in the West). Often, when coming back to the States to visit, we’d stash huge tubs of cheap but top quality caviar to give as gifts. It’s strange what’s valued where.

With all of these memories swirling around in my head, I thought it would be fun to host a Russian-themed viewing party for the Olympics. It’s a perfect opportunity to showcase some of my favorite dishes to friends, allowing them to experience a cuisine that is often maligned in the culinary world

These are all zakuski, which comes from the word zakusit, meaning “to snack.” Much like tapas, these dishes are set out on the table all at once and serve mostly as an accompaniment to vodka shots, the centerpiece of any authentic Russian gathering.

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