He was the only one in my extended family who ate my okroshka the right way, and with enjoyment.
Fred was my brother-in-law, the husband of my sister-in-law. We met many moons ago, when I had just come to this country and moved into Daniel’s house. Thirteen years ago, I married Daniel and became part of the family. I was surprised by how well I was accepted. There was no judgment or prejudice. I felt at home, and I was always happy to see my new family at gatherings.
| Joanne and Fred, and me |
| Joanne and Fred |
I always tried to make something Russian for my extended family, just to introduce them to some of our dishes. Once, for a family party, I baked khvorost. Fred called it “frost.” He was surprised, because these were the same cookies his Polish grandmother used to bake for him years ago. So I, a Russian, surprised Fred, an Polish American, with a taste from his childhood.
Fred and I did not talk much. We came from different countries, and we were different in age. But khvorost gave us something in common: a shared history from different countries and generations. Since that party, I have baked those cookies for every gathering where Fred would be. I became very good at it.
Now that he has gone to a better life after this one, I am still going to bake them, in his memory. Every time I do, I will think of him.
If you would like to bake khvorost in Fred’s memory, my recipe is here: https://liankacreations.blogspot.com/2024/12/khvorost-recipe.html
P.S. To tell the truth, I did not offer okroshka to many people in my extended family. Why? I already knew that this Russian cold soup is difficult to understand. Plus, how many of you know what kvas is? It is the liquid part of okroshka. But Fred ate it, and he enjoyed it.



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