Liankacreations

  Journaling 5* It is getting colder but somehow it doesn’t bother me.  Russians say there is no bad weather but lack of right clothes*.   On my lunch break I watch videos of making simple crunchy cookies Khvorost.  I made them numerous times in Russia for kids.  Here, when I need to bring something to a family party, I like to introduce the Russian dishes.  Quite often it can be a dessert. One day I found out that Daniel's brother-in-law loves Khvorost! He called it “crust” or “frost” ….I don’t remember. In Russia, we call these cookies Khvorost** (“Brushwood”). But anyway, he said that his grandmother baked just such cookies. LOL. I am not a Polish grandma but I am familiar with these cookies. Unfortunately, I lost my Russian recipe. So I had to look for a new one, preferably simple and tasty. After a few tries I found the perfect one. Here is a YouTube video of the recipe I used. It is in Russian, but even by watching I believe you can  understand....

  It seems winter has come. It's not about the calendar, but about the temperature. Now I start my car from home to warm up before leaving and keep a shovel in the car in case of an unexpected snowfall. I want to watch “Home Alone” and “Die Hard". But I dress up as cabbage and go to work. It's good that the Scandinavians came up with Hygge. Lately we can hear this  word quite often.  A good samaritan  donated the book The Little Book of Hygge by Meik Wiking to our library.  The author says that learning to pronounce Hygge is easier than explaining what it is*.  There are some interesting things that I learned from the book. For example, Denmark and Norway were once (before 1814) one kingdom. I probably didn't study history well at school, or maybe I didn't see anything useful in memorizing this information and quickly forgot. And yet, the author claims that the expression “there is no bad weather, only bad  clothing” is Danish. Whereas I translated it ...

  Journaling 4* Yesterday, a Christmas tree was decorated in our library. I don't like decorating other people's Christmas trees. Like Taurus, I love only my own things.  Yesterday I helped decorate our library Christmas trees. And finally I got a feeling... no, not a  holiday, but the approach of a holiday. I'm not a child and do not wait for a miracle.  And, in general, Christmas was not celebrated in the Soviet Union.  Of the wonders in our family were the expected sweet gifts from my parents' employers. I did not like 2/3 of the sweets from the gifts and did not eat them. But the presence of a natural Christmas tree in the house, garlands, Christmas tree toys and the smell of tangerines created a sense of celebration. Yesterday, while helping to decorate the Christmas tree, I remembered:  1. the Soviet film “Look for a woman” because the employees were decorating the office for Christmas.  2. the book “A trap on the stage”  (Konzeption für ein...