You probably already know that I enjoy cooking. I enjoy being creative and the challenge of figuring out recipes on my own. I enjoy the time to think while I'm in the kitchen. I enjoy making guests happy. And I really enjoy eating! Some of my favorite hours in life have been sharing with friends around a table.
Someone asked me last week what my specialty is. I thought for a moment and the only answer I could come up with is making something up out of whatever is in the frig at the moment. I often deviate from recipes and make substitutions. This salad has been one of my favorites since I moved to Ukraine, but it was not until a friend brought the recipe over to make for a New Year's Eve celebration that I have been able to make it on my own. Since then I haven't felt the need to alter it at all.
This recipe is for my friend Susanna who has lived in Ukraine for the last two years. She is leaving Kyiv in a week and I will miss the times around the table drinking tea, discussing life as an expat and thinking about how to live well.
Korean* Carrot Salad
1 kilogram grated/shredded carrots
4 tablespoons oil
4 tablespoons vinegar
4 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon ground coriander
1 head of garlic, minced
Mix all the ingredients together. Let sit for one hour before serving.
*I am not entirely sure why this Ukrainian salad is considered Korean. I never had anything similar to it during my two years in Korea. However, Korea is a large country and there are many regional dishes, so I could have just missed it. If any of my Ukrainian or Korean friends have an explanation, I'd love to hear it.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
New Words
I wanted to make a list of 'new' words that have appeared in the last few years, but it seems to be much shorter than I thought. These are the ones I have noticed recently:
Are there any words that you can think of that are 'new'?
- sliders. I still am not 100% sure of what that means (a bite-sized hamburger?). Plus there is the Spanish version, tortas, (is this the same as a slider?) which I see advertised at convenience stores.
- hoodies. I know this has been around for a while now, but it was not being used when I left in 2002. I still have a hard time saying it.
- blackberry. I know it's a phone. I think it's probably the cool phone that predated the iPhone, but I'm only guessing about that.
- texting. I get it, but I have to work at remembering to say it. We use the term SMS in Ukraine (as does the rest of Europe), which is what I'm more accustomed to saying.
Are there any words that you can think of that are 'new'?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Competent
Some well-informed people have asked me if I am experiencing 'culture shock' (or, more aptly, reverse culture shock). I laugh a little and say no. I've lived abroad and gone back and forth between cultures enough that I'm generally comfortable with the transition. I don't always enjoy the process, but I know what to expect and how to get through uncomfortable moments. I let myself linger in certain stores a little longer the first few times so that I become familiar with what's there and what's changed. I expect to be on the outside of conversations that have to do with television shows (but that's always been true). I ask questions about state politics so that I'm more informed when it comes time to vote in November. I try to buy healthy foods so that I don't become 'shocked' by weight gain. I usually get lost the first time I go to a place even if I've been there and still have a copy of the Thomas Guide in my car (do they even make those anymore?).
I expect these things and know that just about the time I'm quite comfortable with life in southern California, it'll be time to leave.
But what I didn't expect this time is how incompetent I've felt. I haven't known which cleaning products to buy or which stores to find good deals at. Some of my recipes are written with metric measurements and I don't know the equivalent in cups. I haven't known what to say when someone asks if I want to join their club/card/whatever because when I say, well, I live in Eastern Europe, because that can start a really complex conversation with a stranger. (Hmm, maybe that is a good thing, though.) Even driving a new car has given me cause to hesitate at times.
As I reflect, I realize that this is similar to what a missionary experiences when they first enter a new culture—minus the language barrier. I have now been in southern California for three months, and I finally feel fairly competent again. There are still things I do well in my own culture: I can still whip up great salads and dressings without much thought, I have a daily swimming routine, and I've gotten to know my neighbors.
So whether it is called reverse culture shock or something else, it is pleasant to feel settled and competent again.
I expect these things and know that just about the time I'm quite comfortable with life in southern California, it'll be time to leave.
But what I didn't expect this time is how incompetent I've felt. I haven't known which cleaning products to buy or which stores to find good deals at. Some of my recipes are written with metric measurements and I don't know the equivalent in cups. I haven't known what to say when someone asks if I want to join their club/card/whatever because when I say, well, I live in Eastern Europe, because that can start a really complex conversation with a stranger. (Hmm, maybe that is a good thing, though.) Even driving a new car has given me cause to hesitate at times.
As I reflect, I realize that this is similar to what a missionary experiences when they first enter a new culture—minus the language barrier. I have now been in southern California for three months, and I finally feel fairly competent again. There are still things I do well in my own culture: I can still whip up great salads and dressings without much thought, I have a daily swimming routine, and I've gotten to know my neighbors.
So whether it is called reverse culture shock or something else, it is pleasant to feel settled and competent again.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Comings and Goings
Sometimes people ask what I miss about home or what I'm looking forward to when I return to California. On a superficial level, I miss avocados, Mexican food, meeting in coffee shops and the availability of inexpensive, quality goods. I also have a list of the things I miss when I leave Ukraine: mineral water, extensive public transportation, purchasing food that is more locally grown and only a 10 minute walk from my apartment and other amazing food in general, to name a few.
But on a deeper level, I miss people and relationships more than anything else. Besides weddings, birthdays and graduations, I miss birthday parties and watching my friends' children grow up. I miss the people who challenge me and spur me on to be Christlike. But the same is true when I leave Ukraine. Two friends are giving birth in the next month. I will miss the opportunities to help them out. I will miss seeing the joy on their faces as I watch them and their husbands revel in having a new child in their lives. Also, two friends are getting married this summer. I will miss out on their extreme mountain-top wedding. I will miss sitting around the table and sharing our lives with one another.
Last night several youth came over for the evening. We ate a lot of sweets, drank tea and just enjoyed talking. Another girl is leaving to study abroad soon, so we talked about that. They made me a memory book full of photos from this last year. I joked about crying but will probably only do so once I'm gone.
Having two homes is good but leaving is always hard. But arriving is always great.
To those I leave behind, I will miss you and look forward to seeing you again in 7 months and all the time we will spend together again around the table drinking tea.
To those I am coming home to, I look forward to the time we will spend together. It will also be hard to say goodbye to you at the end of the year.
До встречи!
But on a deeper level, I miss people and relationships more than anything else. Besides weddings, birthdays and graduations, I miss birthday parties and watching my friends' children grow up. I miss the people who challenge me and spur me on to be Christlike. But the same is true when I leave Ukraine. Two friends are giving birth in the next month. I will miss the opportunities to help them out. I will miss seeing the joy on their faces as I watch them and their husbands revel in having a new child in their lives. Also, two friends are getting married this summer. I will miss out on their extreme mountain-top wedding. I will miss sitting around the table and sharing our lives with one another.
Last night several youth came over for the evening. We ate a lot of sweets, drank tea and just enjoyed talking. Another girl is leaving to study abroad soon, so we talked about that. They made me a memory book full of photos from this last year. I joked about crying but will probably only do so once I'm gone.
Having two homes is good but leaving is always hard. But arriving is always great.
To those I leave behind, I will miss you and look forward to seeing you again in 7 months and all the time we will spend together again around the table drinking tea.
To those I am coming home to, I look forward to the time we will spend together. It will also be hard to say goodbye to you at the end of the year.
До встречи!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Cold Water
Yesterday I came home to a brief announcement on the front door of my building: Due to some [gas?] issue there will be no hot water from 11.05.2010 to 14.05.2010.
No big deal, right? It's fairly warm outside now. It's not that I enjoy taking cold showers, but four days is better than the typical two weeks every summer when the hot water is shut off throughout the city. Plus it's better than the week in April where there was only hot water. One cannot take scalding hot showers or do the laundry in the washing machine in that situation.
Today a friend of mine arrived in town with her 10-month old son. They had just spent a week in the village with her mother where there is no running water at all. That put it all into perspective. At least I have running water.
Unfortunately, my friend had been looking forward to a nice warm shower. Oh, well.
But at least we have running water.
No big deal, right? It's fairly warm outside now. It's not that I enjoy taking cold showers, but four days is better than the typical two weeks every summer when the hot water is shut off throughout the city. Plus it's better than the week in April where there was only hot water. One cannot take scalding hot showers or do the laundry in the washing machine in that situation.
Today a friend of mine arrived in town with her 10-month old son. They had just spent a week in the village with her mother where there is no running water at all. That put it all into perspective. At least I have running water.
Unfortunately, my friend had been looking forward to a nice warm shower. Oh, well.
But at least we have running water.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Cinco de Mayo
Last week I decided that I wanted to treat some colleagues to some festive food, Californian food, in honor of Cinco de Mayo, even if it was a week early. So we had a dinner of beans, rice, tortillas, carne asada, and a couple of salsas. It was so good, I thought I should actually repeat the meal tonight with my friends from California. I think it was even better the second time!
I'm on my way back to California in a couple of weeks where the food will be more authentic and won't require so much work (45 minutes to make tortillas) to get the same taste. I'll begin to take it for granted and begin to miss the foods that I love here in Ukraine. But tonight I am satisfied and content to have friends nearby to enjoy it with.
I'm on my way back to California in a couple of weeks where the food will be more authentic and won't require so much work (45 minutes to make tortillas) to get the same taste. I'll begin to take it for granted and begin to miss the foods that I love here in Ukraine. But tonight I am satisfied and content to have friends nearby to enjoy it with.
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