I'm still way too excited to be with him, but I have realized that even though his presence can be distracting, he is also a great assistant.
Holding up backdrops is only one of his many talents. He is also a great baker. This loaf of bread you see in the photos was the first loaf he ever made. Pretty impressive first attempt since it turned out absolutely perfect, as you can see in the photos.
You may notice that I brought all my old props with me to Germany. Even the humungo wooden board I photograph on. I hope you're happy because all this stuff took up most of the room in my suitcase. I don't know how I'm ever going to bring everything back with me when we return to the U.S. In addition to the bulging suitcases we brought, we already have probably a few more suitcases worth of dishes and stuff that people have given to us.
For example, this Ukrainian lady who goes to our church. The other day, as she was slipping us our Sunday dose of Russian candies during the service, she also slipped us a note that said she wanted us to come over for tea the next day.
Finding her apartment was tricky. We stood staring at the apartment doorbell.
"What's Frieda's last name?" I asked.
"No idea," Samuel said with a shrug. He began ringing the doorbell for every name that looked like it could possibly be Ukrainian. Finally the door opened.
When we talk to Frieda, I always get a little break from struggling to speak in German, because she never lets me get a word in edgewise anyway. She just goes on in half broken German and half Russian about how great vodka is for your health as she pours us a couple more early morning shots.
Apparently she wanted us to stay so badly that she forgot how to speak German as soon as we said we had to get going. She started going on what seemed to be a very profound monologue in Russian.
"Um... Frieda..." Samuel said, "We don't speak Russian. But really, we have an appointment so we'll have to get going..."
Suddenly her German returned as she started running around her apartment, throwing all her dishes, wine glasses, and painted Ukranian wooden spoons in bags.
"These are for you," she said, rolling her "r"s like crazy as she handed us the bags, "I will bring you some more on Sunday." About twenty minutes later, we finally made it out.
Long story short, you will probably be seeing an increase of Ukrainian props and possibly recipes here.
So anyway, sorry I got sidetracked telling you about Frieda. What you're really here for is the food.
I first made this for my family in America a few weeks ago when Samuel and I got back from our honeymoon, because we had bought a few smoked trout fillets up in Grand Marais, Minnesota. It was literally probably the best thing I ever made in my life. While we were eating dinner, everybody was having conversations and I kept having to interrupt and say, "Excuse me guys, can we just talk about how good this stuff is?"
In fact it's so good that Samuel and I had to make it again when we got to Germany. We couldn't find smoked trout, which was kind of a bummer, but I think this was smoked herring. Really any smoked fish will do the trick. Enjoy.
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