"blinis" my Russian grandmother used to always say, "blinis cure everything." First, there were
whipped knees, bad grades and then later heartache.
"blinis to help," she said, and put the plate down in front of one. And they helped. Or maybe it was because that grandmother, that the Russian grandmother, not grandma, grandmother, the German mitaß. She sat down to a blini was fishing off the plate and bit into it boldly. To this end she drank a beer. Grandmother always drank beer blinis.
"In Russia, they do drink vodka. No wonder cure blinis, it is all the vodka, they drink it. Vodka in Russia heals everything," my mother murmured a regular basis.
father said nothing to his mother patted on the cheek, murmured "Mamutschka", leaving us to believe in healing or not.
Okay, I admit, I've just thought - the Russian grandmother, and the all-healing blinis. The recipe for blinis I did not get passed on directly from Russia, but simply found on the web. But it would be a nice story.
That was my first day I made blinis and I must say, though they are not all-healing, they do have with her cabbage and leek filling tasted very nice.
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