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Posts Tagged ‘domestic duties’
My heart bleeds for abandoned beauty
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, design, New York, artifacts, craigslist find on November 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Peace
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, gender differences, life's trifles, turbulences on October 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
- Голос у тебя нехороший – ты не заболел, зайчик мой?
- Заболел. Горло болит.
-ОХ боже мой. Слушай, у меня как раз есть курица. Давай я завтра принесу к тебе, сделаю бульон. Я бы дома сделала, да такого большого термоса у меня нет.
-Нет. Не ходи. Не вари. Я устал. Покою хочу.
-А ты что, на рaботе был [...]
Aunt Cecile’s Apple Pudding
Posted in let's talk, tagged books, domestic duties, food, seasons on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Not my aunt, you understand. Ruth Van Waerebeek’s. Who wrote one of my favorite cookbooks, Everybody Eats Well in Belgium.
The thing is, last Sunday I came to the possession of 19.5 lbs of apples, thanks to my gracious hosts Cotya &Co, who invited me to join them in visiting an orchard farm in Western NY [...]
Seasonal
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, me, seasons on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Почему это пред-осенний дождичек немедленно заставляет меня думать о запасах? Всего каких-то 10 градусов ниже блаженных бабье-летних 75 – и у меня неудержимо зудит в кошельке: “иди купи запасайся впрок закрома тёплое вкусное зззз жжжж”.
Туфли новые хочу, ржаво-рыжие, из замши и с пряжкой. И сапоги на убедительном каблуке – но серые. И гору яблок, запекать [...]
Say plum-plum-plum
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, food, gourmet, seasons on September 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Feel the tarty lip-smacking sweetness? It’s my plum jam. Here.
In the breadline
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, economy, ethics, in transit, turbulences on August 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
[in response to Perry's post here]
You reminded me of the time my family was on public assistance. It was 4 months after we immigrated into the country, 17years ago, our hosting agency’s [charity] assistance was over, and both me and my then husband were occupied at re-training courses. Our whole capital ($600 that we were [...]
I love coffee and [sometimes] tea
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, gourmet on August 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
From my comment to this NeoNeocon’ confession:
…Every time I go shopping, I have to lag my 6-pack of Gerolsteiner home and pop one bottle immediately into freezer, to get it chilled quickly; it seems that my [not inexpensive] neighborhood supermarket doesn’t approve of the concept [of chilling mineral water, as opposed to juices, soda drinks [...]
Sun[ny] technician (c)
Posted in let's talk, tagged battle of the sexes, domestic duties, story on August 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Sun through the gloomy dark clouds, that is.
Slava S (pronounced, according to Russian rules, as Slava Se), has just saved my day. Stretched his hand across the oceans. Dissolved my heartache and gave me reason not to eschew Hope. That is, if I consolidate my inner strength and grow some decent legs in time remaining [...]
Kitchen break
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, food, photos on June 6, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Between various chores and a pleasant walk outside (first summery day after a week of chilly rain) I read a post @ Chadeyka journal and couldn’t resist. Her Lemon curd recipe sounded so simple and was presented so beautifully, I decided I need a break from my labors and went to the kitchen.
Next time I’ll [...]
Phoenix
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, in transit, women on January 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
8 or 9 years ago we paid a visit to a couple in Toronto: ethnic Ukrainians, the husband- a college friend of my then husband. Before emigrating, they were quite well-to-do, by ex-Soviet standards; the wife never needed to work outside of home; I don’t think she had a profession; she was 15 years younger [...]





