Just when I decided to take a one-day holiday from cooking, it turns out people are coming over. And I’m pretty sure they won’t be able to eat the mountain of strictly Soviet food I made for New Year’s. So back to the stove for me.
I’m not complaining, though. Things being as they are, it’s a great privilege to have friends who can and want to come over.
These are the presents I got from N. Observe the extremely touching and very male effort to wrap them: