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”.
There are three things you can look at forever: fire, water and women’s parking. If you see me parking, you can even laugh, and I don’t mind. People say that laughter prolongs life.
However, I have something to add to this list – a map, and preferably a large map.
I’ve been honest with you, I’ve said a few times that I don’t know geography. I don’t know what it was: a way it was taught to us, or i didn’t see an opportunity to use the knowledge. I had a good grade, but didn’t know much.
Now the world has changed. I’ve met people from different countries. We are getting news from different places. I became curious about geography.
I mentioned to my husband a few times that I wanted to have a big, no, huge map and … Daniel bought it! I have to tell you, both my husband and the map are so cool!
But you have to be careful, well, I have to be careful – viewing the map can be time consuming.
Another day I saw Tomsk on the map (when I was just passing by)), then my gaze shifted to Novosibirsk, and then… I ended up in the Aleutian Islands.
Женщина и ее собака вышли на улицу, перешли через дорогу, повернули налево и слились с трафиком.
Перекресток, светофор, команда wait, потом lets go. Надеюсь, что собака уже понимает значение этих слов.
Следующий перекресток, без светофора. И опять команда “wait!” и “let’s go!”.
Сумерки сгущаются быстро. Улицы освещены по русским меркам слабо. Водители практически не видят ни женщину, ни собаку. А те кто видят, не обращают на них внимание. В бесформенных штанах и мужниной клетчатой рубашки женщина выглядит очень “local” (местный, здешний).
-I don’t like to tell people that I am from Russia – I.
-Tell them that you’re from Moldova – said Elena – Hardly anybody knows where it is.
There are three categories of reaction to the answer: Moldova – she continued:
Moldova? – they honestly don’t know where it is. 🤷♀️
A-a, Moldova – they pretend that they DO know.
Oh, yes, yes – Maldivi!
The world is made of paradoxes*.
At the time when I don’t even want to sound Russian, Steven Seagal says he is Russian, Russia is his home. He got Russian citizenship in 2016. The same year when Serbia too granted its citizenship to him.
Well, to each his own.
The Moscow Times reports that more than 3.8 million Russians have left the country in the first three months of 2022, according to data from Russia’s Federal Security Service (FSB).
4184 people left the Tomsk region – Tomsk telegram channel “Tomsk 1604” says.
Unfortunately all my family is still there. They are not as rich and popular as Steven Seagal. And I worry about them every day.
I just hope everything will be fine and soon.
* Paradox is a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true.
Crackle was barking as he watched me leaving a car. He always does it when he sees me leaving the car or coming back.
I ran into the store to grab a couple of things that they didn’t have on the shelves earlier this morning.
I knew Crackle was going to be fine. I left the car windows slightly open for him. And it was unusually cold for summer. But anyway, I was fast. I had only two items in my basket when I approached the cashier. All of the sudden, the woman behind me asked: “Let me pay for your groceries”.