“You invited them, so you serve them,” I told my husband in front of thirty guests. For the first time in his life, he did something he had never done before.
Don’t forget the goose,” Oleg said without looking up from his phone. “Mom likes it with apples.” I was standing in the middle of the kitchen with two grocery bags. Heavy ones. In one there were potatoes, carrots, and onions. In the other, a four-kilogram goose. Oleg had called me at work during lunch and […]
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