I baked a cake on Sunday. The weather was inviting, rainy and damp, though warm.
In rainy weather, I want to read, with a cup of tea and a piece of cake or at least a pie.
The choice fell on the Zebra cake. I have loved it since childhood for its simplicity and unsweetened taste.
You need to mix all the ingredients. Divide the dough into two parts. Add cocoa powder in one of them. Then pour the white and black dough, alternating, into a baking dish. This will give the cake a nice marble look.
There are two disadvantages in my recipe: there is little sugar and all the ingredients are measured in “faceted glass”.
One day in St. Petersburg*, Daniel and I went to a restaurant called “Teplo”. The restaurant was located in the basement of the building across the street from our hotel. It was probably some “fancy” restaurant, we could only get there by reserving a table by phone.
To be honest, I don’t remember the details of the interior, but it was somehow crowded, a lot of tables, a lot of people, a lot of waiters scurrying back and forth.
I was completely unaccustomed to restaurants, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to have dinner and leave as soon as possible.
I remember two years ago I came home from work and found my husband watching TV. I sat down next to him for a minute… on TV, Tom Cruise was speaking Spanish. At first I thought it was a scene in the movie. Then I realized that the whole movie was in Spanish. And nevertheless Daniel was sitting and watching.
FYI, my husband is from a family of French Canadians, he speaks English and some French. But he doesn’t know Spanish from the word AT ALL.
This situation could have two explanations: 1) my husband was so tired that …well, very tired; 2) the film was so Action, it’s just enough to watch.
Why am I writing this…
We watched a John Wick movie in the evening. In the scenes where guys were supposed to speak Russian, I read the subtitles, because I didn’t understand their Russian at all. So I remembered the case of Tom Cruise in Spanish…
How do you feel about the idea of creating a society to protect drivers from squirrels? And it must be serious: for a chaotic run in front of an approaching car, give the squirrels a fine and a prison sentence.
Imagine me driving to work in the morning, following the speed limit. My purse was on the front passenger seat, and my pot of tomatoes was on the floor. I was driving slowly, residential area, 30 mph.
It’s good that my husband’s Russian wife can handle a hammer. But it’s even better when she knows what the word “hammer” means.
During our first summer together, Daniel, out of work, decided to renovate the house. He wanted to strengthen some boards in the basement. And I was supposed to help him.
As he climbed up and down the ladder I was wandering around. At one point, he asked me to hand him the hammer. I was giving him one by one all the tools that he had prepared for this project. Of course, the hammer was the last. But since then I have known the meaning of the word.
However, there’s a little misunderstanding. I still cannot pronounce correctly a hammer and a hummer. So when I talk to you, please, pay attention to the context.