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<pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2018 16:00:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Bread</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2018/02/last-recipe-here.html</guid>
<description>My daughter-in-law says nobody reads blogs now, everybody is on Instagram with the photos of food. I am too old to move my recipes. They stay here. If you made something from this page and it was good, that is enough for me.</description></item><item><title>My daughter-in-law types my recipes</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2017/11/my-daughter-in-law-types-my-recipes.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2017 14:00:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Notes</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2017/11/my-daughter-in-law-types-my-recipes.html</guid>
<description>Chynara sat with me for six Sundays and typed the cards. 212 recipes. Some have no quantities (because &quot;a handful of mine is a handful of mine&quot;), so she measured my hands in her coffee cups. She says one day she will print a book for the children. She says she needs only the hands. I say the hands…</description></item><item><title>Plov for the forty days</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2017/05/plov-for-the-forty-days.html</link>
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<description>Not all cooking is for happy days. In March my husband&#x27;s uncle died, and today was the forty days. The family gathered, the imam and the priest of the street both came for the prayer (it is that kind of street), and we served plov to 120 people in the yard. For a memorial the rule is the same as…</description></item><item><title>Quince murabba for my daughter&#x27;s engagement</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2017/01/quince-murabba-for-my-daughter-s-engagement.html</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 19:00:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Jam</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2017/01/quince-murabba-for-my-daughter-s-engagement.html</guid>
<description>My daughter is engaged. I am not sure I am ready. But the quince is ready, and in Irad when a girl is engaged you give her family a jar of murabba, so my hands decided before my head. Quince is hard like a stone and golden like autumn. Peel it, cut in eights, take out the pips (keep them, they…</description></item><item><title>Pickles with Viktor Ivanovich&#x27;s method</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/11/pickles-with-viktor-ivanovich-s-method.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2016 13:00:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Jam</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/11/pickles-with-viktor-ivanovich-s-method.html</guid>
<description>I read the pickle recipe on the blog of Viktor Ivanovich from Nurzhan (link on the left) and tried it: dill, horseradish leaf, cherry leaf, garlic, salt 2 spoons per litre. Very good. My husband says better than mine. He will not get kuurdak this week.</description></item><item><title>Smoked fish from the reservoir road</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/09/smoked-fish-from-the-reservoir-road.html</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2016 18:20:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Main dishes</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/09/smoked-fish-from-the-reservoir-road.html</guid>
<description>My husband&#x27;s brother drives to the Toktogul side twice a year for work and brings back smoked fish from the stalls on the road, hung on strings in the wind like laundry. Silver, hard, salty, they smell like a bonfire at the lake. Three fish is 21 som. How to eat: peel the skin, pull the meat from…</description></item><item><title>Lamb with tarragon for our neighbours&#x27; Easter</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/04/lamb-with-tarragon-for-our-neighbours-easter.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2016 11:15:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Holidays</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/04/lamb-with-tarragon-for-our-neighbours-easter.html</guid>
<description>We are not the same church on our street, but we are the same street. Every year the neighbours with the Easter vigil come home at dawn, hungry, and the women who did not go to the vigil have the cauldron ready. This is the way. Lamb, 3 kg in big pieces, bones too. Fat in the kazan. Meat, onions,…</description></item><item><title>Tuyak is a man&#x27;s recipe</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/01/tuyak-is-a-man-s-recipe.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2016 07:30:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Soups</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2016/01/tuyak-is-a-man-s-recipe.html</guid>
<description>My husband makes tuyak. It is the only dish in the house he is allowed to make, and he does it as a ritual: Saturday night he washes the sheep&#x27;s feet, puts them on, and every hour until two he comes to look and says &quot;not yet&quot;. In the morning the whole house smells of the stove. The recipe is on…</description></item><item><title>Nan tako for a granddaughter who wants Mexican</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2015/10/nan-tako-for-a-granddaughter-who-wants-mexican.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2015 16:30:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Main dishes</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2015/10/nan-tako-for-a-granddaughter-who-wants-mexican.html</guid>
<description>My granddaughter came home from school and said: &quot;Nani, can we have tacos?&quot; I asked what that is. She said it is what the big children eat. She meant the beef tacos from the TSU students&#x27; canteen, where her cousin eats three days a week. I thought: it is a flatbread with meat. I can do that. I…</description></item><item><title>Pickled tomatoes, and the mother-in-law test</title><link>https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2015/08/pickled-tomatoes-and-the-mother-in-law-test.html</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2015 14:00:00 +0600</pubDate><category>Jam</category><guid isPermaLink="true">https://blog.attelkom.net/gulmira/2015/08/pickled-tomatoes-and-the-mother-in-law-test.html</guid>
<description>When I came to my husband&#x27;s house as a bride, my mother-in-law put a jar of pickled tomatoes in front of me and said &quot;open it&quot;. She did not say anything else. I opened it. She said &quot;again&quot;, and I opened the second. At the third she nodded. The test was not the lid. The test was: did I know a good…</description></item></channel></rss>
