The last time I wrote about pelmeni, the little Russian stuffed dumplings, was quite some time ago. As stated before, I usually only eat them every once in a while, but this summer I’ve once again had an overdose.
I already knew that my sister was a fan (I can’t remember when I first introduced them to her– maybe Christmas 2007?), so we kept the freezer stocked with them during the four-week period in which she crashed on our couch. My big brother, who was visiting Estonia for the first time in 11 years, also discovered the salty, chewy, meaty wonder that is pelmeni, and ate them quite often. And, I must admit, so did I.
Pelmeni at home? Yup. (Not to worry– they made it into the pan eventually.)
Need a snack to go with that beer? How about some pelmeni?
Late night during the beer festival Õllesummer… I think some pelmeni would hit the spot.
Now I have to say, I experience a lot of supermarket envy living in Estonia. I read tons of blogs written by people who can buy adobo chilis or cashew butter or creme fraiche just around the corner, while I couldn’t find those things here if my life depended on it. Oh, how I yearn for an American grocery store sometimes. But now, with the pelmeni, it’s finally my turn to gloat! As his trip was winding down, my brother was eating pelmeni at every opportunity and saying, “I really hope I can find these somewhere in the States…” And I was all, “Mwahaha, I can go into even the crappiest grocery store here and find at least seven different brands and varieties of pelmeni staring back at me from the freezer case! So there!” OK, maybe I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it. Finally, something I can get that they can’t! (Kohukesed, of course, also fall under this category).
But seriously, it is just nice to know that there are still things that are unique and regional in this world, and that my friends and family in the States, before long, will hopefully think, “It’s been a while since I had pelmeni or a kohuke— time to go to Estonia again.” 🙂