I was invited to Valeriy’s apartment for a traditional Kalmyk meal. Lunch is the meal-of-the-day, as we used to call it in the Holland household, and this was no exception. I’ve included a photo as visual evidence. The key ingredient in Kalmyk cuisine is meat. This is usually mutton, though other forms are fine substitutes. For dinner, we had meatballs with gravy over mashed potatoes, lamb shank, bullion (the real thing, no cubes here), and cole slaw. This was supplemented by vodka (Russki Standart, very premium, and also a stand-in for kumis, or fermented mares’ milk, which is drunk in the summer), dzamba, or Kalmyk butter tea, and bortsigi, which is the Kalmyk take on the doughnut. I rather enjoy dunking them in the butter tea.
After dinner, we went to Friendship Park, near Elista’s downtown, and watched a rotation of cultural performances that included a dance troupe and singers. A video of the most amusing of the acts is below. At the concert, Valeriy ran into a friend, Gennadiy, who is the head of the local power plant. He was hosting the President of the Russian Martial Arts Federation. See photo
The day was capped by another dance performance, this time at the National Theater. This was done by the national dance troupe, which has been highly decorated in competitions in the Russian Federation and has also toured Europe and the United States. They were quite good. I’ve tried to attach a clip, but the internet connection is excruciatingly slow. I'll give it another go later.
As for welcoming spring, there might be something to this whole Tsagan Sar thing. On Monday it was finally above freezing, and today it was around forty…
3 comments:
Nice hat.
Did you actually drink the fermented mare's milk?
Dear Ted,
Mom and I are enjoying your blog as well as the antics of Milo and Minnie. I am looking for some kind of a phone that will work from Turkey. We leave March 16 and return the 28th. Lee is not sure I can handle the Droid, but he is checking it out. Jamie also says I should get a Linix camera.
Love,
Dad
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