How do you feel when your kid sister lands back home from Russia, where she taught English to cute little kids with big eyes whose names all end in -sia or -tia (the girls, anyway), and where she took cooking classes in her off-time?
And how do you feel when, in your company, she applies her newfound talent for adapting Russian dishes based on American supermarket availability?
Happy, that’s how you feel. And full. Happy and full. Full and happy.
Especially when said sister gets to the dessert part of the Russian food extravaganza.
Behold the so-called Tower of Happiness. It must have an official Russian name, and surely it’s served for a Russian purpose somewhere in Russia. But my sister referred to this — this construction of egg whites and sugar and homemade dulce de leche (yes, I know that’s not Russian) — as the Tower of Happiness.
I must say, that after I consumed way too much of it that first night, and way too much of it at subsequent, and regular, intervals, I most definitely felt happy. And full.
And when one night I poked my nose in the refrigerator and asked, “Is the happiness all gone?” and learned that indeed it was, I felt a teeny bit sad. Not heart-ripped-to-pieces sad. Not wailing and teeth-gnashing sad. More of a bite-lower-lip-and-carry-on-through-the-emptiness kind of sad.
But even when the dessert is gone, there’s always happiness left to spread: Sarah, at Life is Still Sweet, passed this lovely award to me, and I’d like to forward it on to the following amazing bloggers.
“This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers!”
Batter-Splattered (for her site’s literary and atmospheric quality); My Kitchen in Half-Cups (because that sums up what food blogging’s all about, anyway); Britt’s Got Boys (for her wry delight of momhood, and for making me glad I don’t have boys); An Edible Symphony (because she tells food-as-life stories). Read, view, enjoy!