While enjoying pancakes at brunch, you lose yourself in a deep conversation about tea parties and Russian pancakes with a fellow patron. They turn out to be the decedent of Princess Anastasia and tells you that the last time they were in Moscow, they had the best Blini at a hidden cafe. Just as the two of you finish the meal, you jointly teleport off to Moscow to have a Blini party. . .
Now wouldn't that would be the ultimate? Sadly, my dreams of finding Princess Anastasia are dashed by some quick internet research and I haven’t quiet figured out how to teleport….But I did have the chance to enjoy a Blini party that in my opinion, tops any other.
My coworker slash friend slash co-fish owner, Olga, had her mom Lidia, visit her all the way from Russia. Lidia not only made stacks of Blini and fresh jam from scratch, but she also told Olga to invite her friends along to enjoy the feast.Read More