This is about comfort food, which came from an uncomfortable start. It’s an edible postcard of cosseting after awkwardness. If what you need right now is a trusty recipe for 80’s nostalgia, with a dairy free/ paleo etc hack then skip to the recipe at the bottom. Otherwise, read on.
My previous experiences of awkwardness and adventure involved procuring Russian visas without a travel agent (as stilted as Chekovian dialogue) , and toiling to find a restaurant in St Petersburg, when jet lagged, completely unable to read street signs (Cyrillic signs will do that to you) lost and befuddled by the eerie gleam of white nights. That first night in Russia …
