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Space Bread

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I swear the book I'm writing is about a postapocalyptic society living in downtown baltimore city, I totally haven't been sucked into three hundred rabbitholes about the history of coins, medicine, and now bloody pot holders

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Moscow: the Fooding

I spent last weekend in Moscow, working an event. I've been to Moscow twice before and it's always an adventure before you even get there, due to the complexities of the visa application process. Like any city, Moscow has good food if you know where to find it (and have enough time, money or both). Like in the vast majority of cities, the good food is NOT located within walking distance of the tournament site. 

Space bread

The culinary horrors of this trip started somewhere above the Gulf of Finland: the dinner served by Aeroflot. At first I was grateful to get anything on an Economy flight of less than two hours, but then I saw the food. 

The meal consisted of:

- a small slice of toast (about a third of a normal piece of toast)

- A bowl with two pieces of cold chicken, a slice of mystery meat (ham?) and a pickle

- a packet of eye-wateringly strong nuclear yellow mustard

- a small packet of butter and a small wedge of soft cheese (that I didn't eat)

- a very thick and sugary chocolate chip cookie

- and finally...

This, I imagine, is what an alien civilization would come up with if asked to re-engineer "bread" from old photographs and Wikipedia articles. Weird shape, unappealing texture, general scariness - I didn't touch it. In fact, I still have it in my bag. I'm going to see how long it takes for it to show signs of spoiling. 

Russian lunch ladies

The event hall had, as event halls do, a "food area" where items of questionable nutritional value are served to people who have limited options. This one was staffed by three people who didn't speak a lot of English (one of them was of course the supervisor, because there are always supervisors in Russia). Our options were:

- a few different meals, heated in a microwave oven until sort of warm

- salads

- small slices of bread with toppings 

- pastries with no clue as to what the filling was made of (mushrooms? cherries? something else? you won't find out until you bite into it!)

- reassuringly familiar brands of chocolate bars and sodas

I chose a microwave meal that consisted of a ground pork patty and mashed potatoes: 

I also got a piece of bread with some salami and a sprig of parsley on it. The bread was so stale, I tried eating it with the parsley. It didn't help; I had to ditch the bread and just eat the salami. 

The pork and potatoes were lukewarm and depressing. Naturally, I had the same thing on the second day, because this really wasn't the place for culinary adventurousness. 

My friend Jani had this: 

I can't even begin to guess what it is. 

The good stuff

Now, I did have some good food - the dinner on Saturday night was pretty nice (although overshadowed in awesomeness by the cat videos the restaurant was playing on their TV system). A fresh vegetable salad, a pork roast with potatoes and more salad, and a big slab of fruity cheesecake. The sandwich and muffin I had at the Aeroexpress terminal was delicious, because I had my lunch of soviet pork and potatoes (I think 90% of the meals I've had in Moscow over three trips were pork and potatoes in some form) pretty early on Sunday and I was starving by the time I left for the airport. 

But the best thing was a type of donut that was sold in a small shop near the event hall. A local called Sergey brought some to the hall on Saturday afternoon, so when my shift was over I wandered out to look for the shop. I couldn't find it, and walked back to the event hall where I found Sergey. He offered to lead me to the donut shop, where we found another event staff member almost at the top of the massive queue. We got several dozens to share among us and friends back in the hall. The donuts were basically rings of fried dough, not particularly sweet, kind of chewy and greasy and warm almost straight from the fryer. So simple and good.

I am already looking forward to my next trip to Moscow. The people there are worth visiting, even if I have to eat that pork and potato thing every day.