“Is my soup not tasty? Then you won’t be having lunch today,” I told my relatives, and I took the pot away. They didn’t believe me until they opened the refrigerator.
“Watery,” Polina Grigoryevna pushed her plate away and tapped the edge with her spoon. “I told you, beets should be grated, not chopped. And you added too much bay leaf.” The borscht steamed in a large pot on the stove. Five hours earlier, I had gotten up before dawn to make it to the market … Read more