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It’s not like Boris and I don’t have our challenges. Most of you think the life of a girl detective is an easy one. But my job gets tougher and tougher each day.
The last time I’d had a really good mystery to solve was back in May when I solved The Case of the Missing Snack.
There’s not much call for those with my specialised degree – the C.K.L.E. (Certified Kitchen Lounge-About Eater) is a path one follows because one must. The gathering together of dross is not a part of the thinking process at all.
We’ve been spending a lot of time lately burning bangers and mashing mashers as a matter of fact. But always, always! in the finest fashions, you should know. Stiff upper lip and all.
But Boris has become moody. Around the holidays he longs for the cooking of his childhood. Or what he thinks was the cooking of his childhood, anyway. He actually grew up in Flushing, Queens – which you get to by taking a pot-holed highway to after going over some midtown bridge in Manhattan – but he believes he grew up eating Russian food.
And he hungers for it in an awful way.
So, for the New Year’s, I am making a picnic! A Georgian picnic.
We are having a pickled cabbage rose set just so in the center of the quilt we’ll recline upon. Then we will dive into chicken with walnuts. Because no picnic is complete without a bit of cooking done en plein air we’ll start a little woodfire off to the side to prepare some skewered eggs along with some grilled cheese. Maybe a bit of steamed purslane would be nice as a salad (as it seems to be growing among a rockpile nearby it would not be dear at all, either!) For dessert we’ll just stay traditional and have the New Year’s Day treat of Gozinake. (When you are Georgian, there is no such thing as too many walnuts.)
I’ve even set up a movie screen behind the car and will play us a film.
It looks to be a fine day, though a bit chilly.
Cheers to all of you on the first day of the new year. And do give me a call if you need a good mystery solved.
I’m always hungry.
Darra Goldstein’s The Georgian Feast is a must-read, for anyone interested in the foods of Georgia.