So anyway, I got back from running, and my hozyaika, Vera, woke up the entire house because we had to eat breakfast--cake, to be exact. Yes. She bought four Easter Cakes (paska; note that this word has a hard k sound, not like the kh in paskha), and we ate the great majority of all of them. Vera told us that we had to try some of each to see which was the best. Right. They were huge. Luckily, she had made this wonderful frosting with which we were to top our huge cake...I couldn't eat for the rest of the day until Vera and Vladimir decided we needed to drink some champagne for Jesus. No way was I drinking for anybody without some hearty calories in my stomach...paska, yaitsa (eggs), riba (fish), kuritsa (chicken), and, of course, frosting...
Oh yeah, we had eggs too. If you've never had an egg colored by onion skins, you should. The longer they sit in there, the darker red they get, and eventually, they start to obtain a tiny hint of onion flavor in the egg itself.
The yummy, yummy frosting:
...and the paska...the one in the back was the best...moist and almost breadish...mmm
Did I go to a church to see a real Orthodox Easter Mass? No...I contemplated it, but yesterday was an uber lazy day for me, and I did not even get changed out of my running clothes until the end of the day. Considering the recent drop in temperatures, there was no way I was going outside in shorts. I think maybe I am glad, too, because I heard from one of my fellow West Point compatriots that he found a baptist service--that lasted more than 2 1/2 hours--I can't imagine how long an Orthodox Mass would last.
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Ah, yes..."Paskha in Russia". The colored eggs, the cakes, the frosting... why the Pepsi??? Hmmm...
I can only imagine an Orthodox service in an old world country...I would have loved to been there.
thank you, Katya hugs to you!
Sounds like a fun time...although I didn't run like you did, I did, however, have a few beers at Grandma's (thanks to Aunt Daria slipping them to me saying "don't tell grandma!!!") and ended up spending the night in the recliner...then mr. ryan decides to wake up and come downstairs at 6:55 :( and so we ate breakfast (grandma's quickie sticky buns) and finally went on the easter egg hunt...which, YES, i participated in for the first time in like 10 years!!! then came back to cortland and went to Pauline's for dinner after she harrassed me with a "I'm drinking without you" text...lol...just a mimosa or two..but I'd say we both had a good Easter this year, although not normal for either of us...
Love you tons
Karrie
Thank you Katie, your post made me smile. It brought back memories of my grandfather coloring eggs with onions at Easter when my brother and I were kids. He and his immigrated from Czechoslovakia in the 1920's. I suppose its a general Eastern European tradition. Anyway, he passed away at the end of January and your story brought back happy memories that I hadn't thought about in quite a long time. Again, thank you
Heh I'm not suprised that you haven't been om the mass, couse the main mass on Easter is at midnight on Saturady and lasts for ages :)
What I can say more... I envy you that you can be where you are.
I also can tell you why Russians coulour their eggs red. There is that story about Marie Magdalen. After the Christ (ups I don't know the english word) воскрес Marie Magdlen gave an egg to Tiberius as a sign of the miricle. Then he said that as an egg is white and never be red so dead people never come alive. Then in one moment the egg turned red. And now red is the tradicional colour of live and victory.
I also love russian culture :)
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