Has it ever occurred to you how much alike these two look? When you pour your Coke straight from the fridge in your glass, the lovely foam appears. 1cm of the perfect mountain top/cloudy bubbles/beaten whites. Is it a coffee or a Coke? Continue reading “Doppelgängers: Coca-Cola vs Cappuccino”
So here you are, fully dressed: the fab new Vetemenets trainers, a Gucci bag, a bulky Uniqlo dress, and vintage Mary Quant-style earrings. You have ticked the boxes, you have received the ‘First’ in your fashion exam. But what are you supposed to DO when you finally dress yourself fabulously?
Fashion magazines and blogs give you a Polaroid of life. The momentum captured for eternity in a fancy photograph. We are supposed to crave stylish looks, expensive brands, edgy make up. But once we achieve all that, how to behave, to act to feel very happy and satisfied?
When you think of the old debate – what was first, a chicken or an egg – it occurs me that it does not matter what was first. What really matters is that without either of the two (or both), we would have never had the best desserts in our culture. Think: Victorian sponge, Pan di Spagna, Crema Pasticcera, Tiramisu, cupcakes and muffins, brownies and meringues – all these bites of indulgence demand an EGG. Continue reading “Chicken or Egg, or Tiramisu?”
Russian social media users tend to talk about food in such sugary terms as if it were puppies or newborn babies. All these “little cakes”, “sausages” with the diminutive suffix added at the end, and the suffocatingly sugary gratitude to each other “Sweetie sweet, thank you for posting your yummy yum!”
English language does not even have these word variations to display the verbal treatment that the Russki’s are giving to their daily bread. Where is it coming from, I’m wondering? Is it the Soviet deprivation when there was just ONE type of cheese in store, ONE type of sausage, ONE sauce (you got it right, the Siberian-snow-white His Majesty Mayo). There was a popular joke in the Soviet times: “There comes a deficit wearing a deficit and carrying a deficit wrapped in a deficit“. What’s your guess?
It meant… a cleaner walking around in a fur coat and holding a sausage wrapped in the toilet paper.
Clearly, after those days of the empty grocery shelves, you do start treating basic everyday products as your “little precious”. That’s my guess – what is yours?